Smellerbee looked down to the burbling baby that was currently trying to wiggle herself from Jet's good arm. His other arm was in a sling, still being a bit sore even after Katara's healing. The morning was calm, and the sun was just peeking through the slot in the stone into her and Longshot's room. Jet shuffled the baby back onto his hip, looking a bit awkward, but happy nonetheless.

"Bee, Longshot, this is Tikka."

Smellerbee shuffled Tikka into her arms and gave her a good look, more so that Jet wouldn't drop her than anything else. That was the last thing they needed. "So, what you're saying is, is that you found a baby?"

"Yeah, why?" Jet said innocently. Smellerbee looked at him for a moment and blinked her eyes.

"I guess a baby is just kinda' a weird thing to just… find . You know?"

"Yeah, it's like a one in a million chance. That's why she's so special. Right kid?" Jet said with a smile. Tikka returned it immediately. "See? She knows."

Smellerbee looked down to the kid and smiled a little. She was a cute kid, but that really wasn't the issue.

"What do you plan on doing with her?" Smellerbee asked, watching as Tikka pulled the string on her shirt.

"What do you mean?" Jet asked.

"We're in a war ," she reminded. "You can't exactly carry her into battle when the time comes, can you?"

Jet opened his mouth to respond, but quickly closed it. Like it wasn't something he'd actually considered until now. He looked downwards, unsure of what to say.

"I know you're trying to do the right thing," Smellerbee said softly after a moment. "But this is reckless. Even for you. What happens when the fight gets brought to us?"

"I -" Jet started, the reality of the situation hitting him. He never meant to put her in harm's way, never meant to be reckless, he just… wanted to help. "I don't know. I guess - I just hoped it wouldn't."

"And what's going on with Li? Or whatever his name is," Smellerbee asked.

"Well, he's sleeping right now," Jet said.

Smellerbee smiled a little, but it wasn't really out of amusement, and shook her head. "You know that's not what I meant."

Jet's brows furrowed together, suddenly rather annoyed. "Why don't you just say what you mean then?"

"What's going on with him and you ?" she asked, frustrated with Jet's intentional obtuseness, like she was stupid or something. "It's pretty easy to see, Jet. Are you guys together or something?"

Jet sighed, aware that he'd been caught, and rubbed his hand over his face. "I mean, I just-" he said, then paused, unsure of how to really answer. Were they together? "I just like him, okay? I don't know what else you want me to say."

"He's a firebender - and a Lord or something," she said, trying to beat it into his head.

"He's a Prince," Jet corrected.

"Do you hear yourself?" she snapped.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he said, drawing his head back and throwing his hands out. "If you don't like him, just say that."

Smellerbee sighed and shook her head. "It's not that I don't like him, I -"

"Then what?" Jet said.

"I'm worried about you," she snapped. "I'm worried you're putting too much on yourself. You always go over the top with everything . You just do things, and you don't think about them! And I'm worried you're doing all of this for the wrong reasons!"

"What-" he said, furrowing his brows. To that, he had no inkling of what to say. What did that even mean? "What wrong reasons?"

"Just think about it," she said, softer, more pleading this time. "Your baby is Fire Nation. Your boyfriend - or whatever - is Fire Nation. Even your deer thing is Fire Nation . Do you really want all these things? Or is this your way of making amends?"

"That's not-" Jet started, pausing to contemplate. That wasn't what he was doing… right? "I do want them. I do . It's just - it's just coincidence."

"I hope so," she said softly, letting Tikka wrap her hand around her finger. "I just don't want you to feel like you need to prove you've changed. Not to me or anyone else."

"Maybe I do need to prove it to you. Maybe I need to prove it to myself ," he said, looking at her from under his eyelashes. He inhaled and let it out, closing his eyes to collect himself. "Maybe I do, Bee."

"You have proved it to me," she said genuinely. "You have, okay? I just - I just don't want you to run yourself thin, and I don't want to see you lose anyone else. Especially Tikka. You can't do it all. You just can't, Jet."

"I have to," he argued.

"How?" she questioned.

"I don't know, okay!" he snapped.

Smellerbee sighed and looked down to Tikka, who was blissfully unaware of the tension around her, tugging at the string on Smellerbee's shirt. "...You should come with us. We'll drop you off in a town where you guys will be safe."

"You're… you're leaving ?" Jet questioned, eyebrows furrowing together. "Where are you going? We just found eachother again!"

"Things are different now. I'm different now," she said, looking up to meet his eyes. "I have men counting on me. Counting on their leader. They're still out there somewhere, and me and Longshot have to finish what we started."

"I'll come with you! I'll help! I'll -"

" No , Jet," Longshot cut in, uncharacteristically stern. "We have different obligations now. Ours are to our men. Yours lie somewhere else."

"I -" Jet said, hopelessly lost as to what to say. If Longshot spoke, it was best he listened, as much as he didn't want to hear it. "What… what about the Freedom Fighters?"

"We still are the Freedom Fighters," Smellerbee assured. "We'll always be. Always. Just - smarter , is all. I have to do what's best for my team, and you have to do what's best for Tikka. Not us."

Jet sighed and rolled a rock under his boot. Smart was definitely something the old Freedom Fighters were lacking in, and he supposed without him , they were probably an improvement. As much as it hurt to admit it. And she was right. If anything, anything happened to Tikka, he'd never forgive himself. He had to be smarter. Better. For her. "You're right... okay?"

"We can handle ourselves," Smellerbee assured softly. "I've grown a lot, and I've learned a lot."

"I'm proud of you," he said genuinely, but wistfully. "You're a good leader."

She smiled, a little sadly, and shrugged. "I'll never be you."

"You don't have to be," he said reassuringly. "You're already better than I ever was."

"I'm proud of you too," she said, swirling a lock of Tikka's hair with her finger. "You make a good Dad. It's where you belong, I think. She helps you. I can see it."

More than you know. "That, she does."

"And… just be careful with the tea boy," Smellerbee said. "I don't want you to get your hopes up and then something happ- and things don't work out. And you're definitely not allowed to become some prim and proper palace boy if things do work out. I don't care if he's a prince or not. Just so you know."

"You don't have to worry about that," Jet assured. "I'm not even sure that he's considered a Prince anymore, so no palace for him either."

"Not that it matters, but I approve," she said, then smiled. "If he makes you happy, that is."

Did Zuko make him happy? He supposed, in a way, that he did. Come to think of it.

"Thank you, Bee."

The bathhouse was probably the most grand room in all the temple, even in its simplicity. Large columns towered down from the curved stone ceilings, wrapping seamlessly into the simple yet beautiful tilework of the floor. Some of the tiles had little symbols or markers on them, but Jet had no inkling as to what they could mean. Air Nomad culture was mysterious, and he should probably take the opportunity to ask the last one what it was all about. Nothing this beautiful should be lost to time.

It took a few minutes of poking around to find where the actual water came from, because even though Jet was curious to the culture, there was no way he was asking Aang to help him take a bath. He tugged the loop that hung from the ceiling and out popped a panel of stone. Another little tug, and the hot water from the underground springs above them came rushing down. The steamy water filled the dome shaped bath below, swirling about until it had filled up above the stone seat. Absolutely genius, all of it.

He smiled a little as the bath filled, relishing in the fact that he'd be able to soak his troubles away (which included but weren't limited to a very sore shoulder, and worries that he had pushed to the back side of his mind). Besides, Smellerbee had told him he smelled like a wild animal, so it was probably time.

Smellerbee also had reiterated that she was not a babysitter - but a warrior. But the jokes on her, because Longshot totally is. And a little alone time in a giant air temple bath was sounding right up his alley.

Except for one problem; the sling on his arm. He reached down to unravel the strips of cloth on his legs, which was relatively easy, as were his boots, which he sat on the stone bench beside the bath. The belt was a little harder, especially having to fumble with the button. He stood for a minute and contemplated how to get his shirts over his head. Or the armor off his shoulder…

Something or another made him look up, and Zuko was rounding the corner into the room, digging something out from his bag. Zuko looked up when he heard the water running, and his feet paused, taking a second for him to finish his step.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I'll come back," he said, then pushed his clean shirt back down into his bag.

"Wait," Jet said, then paused, heat running up his cheeks. Thankfully, Zuko was still far enough away to not notice. He sheepishly gestured to his armor. "Uh, little help?"

Zuko blinked his eyes at him for a moment, but ultimately nodded, looking everywhere but Jet's face as he approached.

"Sorry. One arm, and all," Jet explained, inwardly taking amusement in the way that Zuko's face had already begun to flush. It made him a little less self conscious about needing to ask for help, and honestly, made the whole ordeal somewhat enjoyable. He smirked as Zuko put down his bag and stood there, looking like he didn't know what to do with his hands.

Jet lifted his good arm, revealing the leather ties from his shoulder armor on the underneath. Zuko blinked his eyes at him.

"They aren't gonna' untie themselves," Jet said, then smirked, and Zuko sputtered to a start.

"Oh, uh, right."

Jet glanced down at him as he worked to pick apart the tie, Zuko's unmarred cheek facing him, much like it always was. He wondered if he did that on purpose, turning his scar away. If he did, he shouldn't.

The plate went slack on his shoulder, and he shimmied it off and onto the bench. With his good arm, he unclipped the sling on his other arm, and the lack of support immediately made him wince.

"Sore?" Zuko murmured, and Jet nodded.

"Need to get Katara on it again," Jet said, and it wasn't at all an understatement or a pity plea.

Zuko shifted his weight to his other foot as Jet untucked his shirts from the waistband of his pants. "Want, uh, help with those too?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jet said in between winces, and looked to Zuko, flashing as convincing of a charming smile that he could manage. "Please," he added, just for good measure.

So, with a tenderness and gentleness that Jet didn't know Zuko was capable of, he helped him lift both his blue long sleeve shirt and his red tunic from his body, trying everything he could to avoid disrupting his sore shoulder.

"Sorry if I smell like a wild animal," Jet said humorously as he tossed the shirts onto the bench.

Zuko chuckled a little, face now only slightly flushed, which Jet saw as a problem. "It's okay. There's a reason I'm here. Three days in prison didn't allot for much personal time."

That much was true. "You can stay," Jet said, and eyed the bath with a smirk, to which Zuko's cheeks went full red again. Spirits, was that a fun thing to do.

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure if-" Zuko started, but paused as Jet caught his eye contact.

Jet smiled and stepped towards him, then looked down to his chest, where a 3 inch long scar ran across his stomach. What better distraction? "If you do, I'll tell you where my scars came from," he said, then smiled at him from under his eyelashes. Zuko looked down to the scar for just long enough. Jet took the opening as soon as he was able, and with his good arm, pushed Zuko straight backwards into the water.

He laughed as Zuko bobbed out of the water, gasping, black hair stuck to his shocked face. "What the hell, Jet?" he scolded, flinging the water from his arms. He stepped to the side, avoiding the water that was still falling down from the panel.

Jet laughed even harder. "You were gonna' leave," he explained in between chuckles, and Zuko's angry face was quite possibly his cutest one.

"You don't know that!" Zuko spat, then realized what he said and blushed, going still like a deer in headlights.

Jet's eyebrow raised. "Yeah?" he mused, and stepped down into the water, disregarding that he still had his pants on. Did it really even matter at that point? Zuko eyed him as he did, face still flushed with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. "You're definitely not leaving now."

"Says who?" Zuko tried his hardest to give Jet a stern look as he waded towards him, but it came off more adorable than anything. Jet smirked and stopped a foot in front of him, pausing to take in just how good he looked with wet clothes on.

"Says me," he answered, still smirking, but paused to look towards the hallway of the exit. "But I'll give you ten seconds to make a decision."

He looked at the hall, counted intentionally wrong, "1- 2- 3 - 7- 9 -10,", then turned to Zuko, who hadn't moved, and smirked again. "Times up."

Without further prompt, he closed the space, wrapped his hand to Zuko's cheek and pressed his lips to his. To his comfort, Zuko didn't pull away, only melted into him, just like every other time he kissed him. But unlike every other time he kissed him, which was usually a little bit tentative on both their ends, this time, it was really, really hot. And not just because of the water.

About ten seconds in, Zuko bit his bottom lip, hard , and Jet's eyes flew open and he pulled away, mostly out of reflex.

Zuko blinked his eyes for a second, looking like he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Sorry, I -"

"Do that again, " Jet interrupted, not needing a stupid apology for being fucking sexy , and pressed their mouths together again. After a few seconds, he did do it again, a little softer this time, but it was enough to make a groan leave his lips. "Fuck, that's hot," he murmured, not even really caring that Zuko could probably feel his growing bulge against his thigh.

Zuko smiled a quick smile, like he was happy that he'd done something right, which just made everything 10x better. Jet returned it before sucking Zuko's lip into his own teeth, his heart doing a somersault when Zuko groaned in response.

Jet broke away again. "You know," he said in a murmur, then smiled. "I think I kinda' like you."

Zuko blew air from his nose. "Really?" he mused. "I hadn't noticed."

Jet grinned. It was like he was testing him. "Smartass." He reached his hand down, gripping the wet bunched up cloth on Zuko's hip, and Zuko hissed in a breath.

Then, from the hallway, someone dropped something, shuffling with haste to pick it up. "Oh, - uh, sorry!" Katara called, and Jet and Zuko both shot their heads in her direction. She had her hand cupped to her eyes, trying to pick her items up without looking, and Toph looked smug standing next to her, eyes glued to nothing.

"Ha, I told you!" Toph teased, to which Katara slapped her shoulder. "Ow!"

"Don't look!" Katara scolded in a loud whisper as she dragged her away and back down the hall.

" How am I supposed to look , Katara?" Toph scolded back, and normally the blind joke would have made Jet laugh. But this time, he just looked like he dipped his face in permanent red ink.

He averted his attention back to Zuko once the sounds had faded down the hall, and he looked relatively the same amount of mortified. Jet smiled, the absurdity finally catching up to him, and laughed from his belly. "Well, guess that cats out of the bag."

Zuko, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as forgiving of the situation. "I'm getting out," he said between his teeth.

Jet's jaw dropped. "Oh, Zuko come on!" he protested, but didn't try to stop Zuko as he waded to the edge and hopped out, wet clothes drenching the tile around him. "Who cares if they know?" Jet asked as he leaned over the side, looking up at him.

" I do," Zuko spat as he lifted his shirt over his head to ring the water out. Jet's eyebrows furrowed, suddenly very serious, and followed Zuko out the tub.

He reached his hand out to him, lightly grabbing his arm, trying to stop him for just a moment. "Would you just talk to me for a second?" he said, pleading, and Zuko paused. "It's okay if you're embarrassed, but can you like, not be mad at me?"

Zuko sighed and looked to the tile, throwing his wet shirt over his shoulder. "I'm not," he said, a little softer.

"Then what?" Jet asked, eyebrows pressed in a thin line. A second passed, and Zuko looked up to meet his eyes. "Are you - ashamed of me, or something?"

"No that's not-" Zuko started, then sighed, pressing his eyes shut. "That's not it."

Jet pressed his lips together, breathed in through his nose, and stared him down. "That's what it seems like," he said, suddenly sounding annoyed, but calm and vulnerable in a way that scared Zuko more than his shouting did.

"I just - I just don't want the whole world to know, okay?" Zuko argued.

Jet crossed his arms across his chest, raised a brow, and nodded, but not approvingly. "That sounds like shame to me."

Zuko hated that he was ashamed, hated what that reality did to Jet. The look on his face was unbearable. He shouldn't be ashamed, and he knew it. But this kind of thing would have never been allowed for him, and probably would have garnered a much larger punishment than a scar on his face. This kind of thing was okay for an Earth Kingdom boy, or even a Fire Nation commoner, but a Prince ? He'd had never lived to see the light of day had someone like his father found out. Another thing to add to the list of things that made him useless; a Prince that can't even produce an heir. His father would tell him that he might as well have not even been born.

And Zuko knew he shouldn't have said it, he knew he shouldn't have. Knew that this was just some trick of the mind, forced into his brain by the workings of his father, and fuck his father. But he was much too worked up to stop himself. "Don't act like you aren't ashamed of me too. Can't be caught kissing a firebender, can you?"

To that, Jet actually smiled, but not in an amused way, more like some distorted shield he used to hide himself, and it made Zuko wince.

"That's what you think," Jet said, not a question. He turned on his heels and went to grab his clothes.

"Wait, Jet, stop. I shouldn't have said that," Zuko said, putting his hands out in a pleading gesture. "You just don't understand. I didn't come from a place where I could do whatever I wanted!"

Jet scoffed, refusing to look at him. "You think I just grew up doing whatever I wanted to, huh?"

"How am I supposed to know what you did?!" Zuko asked. "You don't tell me anything! Will you just look at me?"

"Oh, you're one to talk! I didn't even know you had a sister until she tried to kill me!" Jet retorted, finally looking up to meet Zuko's eyes, but it wasn't in the way Zuko had hoped. The look pinned him where he stood, pinned the words in his throat.

"...You're right," Zuko said after a moment, but Jet had started looking down again, only focused on gathering his things. "You're right, okay? I'm sorry."

Jet cut his eyes up at him, tapped his feet into his boots, and started to walk away.

"So, you're just not gonna' say anything?" Zuko asked, throwing his hands out, pleading again.

"Trust me," Jet said, looking over his shoulder. "You don't want me to say anything right now."

So, Zuko stood there, feet cemented to the floor, as Jet left the room, not turning to look over his shoulder anymore as he walked away.

"...Shit,'" Zuko said, running his fingers through his hair. He kicked at the ground and sighed. "Shit, shit, shit."

Almost the whole day had passed, and Zuko had avoided everyone in the meantime. No training, no talking, no nothing. He checked all Jet's usual spots, but they were all equally as empty as the last. Their room, the courtyard, even the tree that hung over the training area. He just had to pick the person that was trained in stealth to be the one he pissed off.

"Hey, Aang," he said, looking sheepish as he approached him in the courtyard, the sun dipping low and reflecting off the pool. "Are there any places here that are good for meditating? Preferably high up?" Not that he thought Jet would be meditating, probably just brooding.

Aang thought for a moment, then smiled. He directed him to a stone ladder that went straight up. And up. And up. Yep, seemed like somewhere Jet would be.

He climbed and grumbled to himself about Jet being dramatic, but he realized he didn't have much leg to stand on with that one as he reached the top. There was a little stone gazebo, backed by a cliffside and to the front, a wonderful view of the valley, the sun leaving lines of shadows from the pillars. And there sat Jet with Tikka on his lap, chewing mindlessly on a blade of grass as he looked off into the wind. He cut his eyes to Zuko as he brushed the dirt from his clothing, but ultimately said nothing, just flicked his grass between his teeth, and turned to observe the valley once more.

Zuko folded his legs underneath him a foot or so away, and to his surprise, Jet didn't shift his body away from him. Which was a good start, he supposed. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and curled his hands together to meditate.

After a moment of silence, Jet blew air from his nose. "What are you doing?"

"Meditating," Zuko answered, deadpan, eyes still closed.

"Why?" Jet questioned, and as much as he tried to hide the curiosity with his annoyed tone, he didn't quite accomplish it fully.

"Helps clear the mind," Zuko answered.

Jet scoffed and looked out into the distance again, but ultimately couldn't keep his questions to himself. "What do you do?"

"You don't do anything," Zuko answered. "Just breathe, and think."

"Sounds like pointless Fire Nation crap," Jet noted.

Zuko peeked an eye open and gave him a side look. "Just try it." He closed his eyes once more.

Jet sighed, but Zuko could hear him stirring, presumably trying to copy the lotus position. "... Now what?"

"Shut up," Zuko said. "Close your eyes, and think."

Jet mumbled something incomprehensible, and Tikka burbled noises as Jet shifted her straight on his lap. A few minutes of near silence went by, and Jet shifted again, breaking Zuko's concentration, and usually, he'd be annoyed. But this time, he just waited patiently.

"Smellerbee and Longshot are leaving," Jet said softly, but still trying to give off the impression of annoyance. "... Without me."

Zuko peeked his eyes open again and looked at him, but Jet's eyes were still closed, Tikka mindlessly pulling at the fabric of his shirt.

"... I'm sorry," Zuko said genuinely, unsure of what else to say.

"They're leaving me, and you're ashamed of me," Jet said, even softer this time, seemingly no longer able to keep up the charade.

"I'm not," Zuko said sternly, but delicately.

"You are," Jet said, eyes pressing together tight. "But it's okay. I'm ashamed of me too."

Zuko sat for another few minutes in silence, contemplating what to say. Nothing he thought of sounded anything other than an excuse for his actions, and he didn't want an excuse. He wanted to make it right. And there was only one way to do that; and that was to spill.

"My father told my sister she was born lucky. He told me I was lucky to be born," he said, eyes glued to a shadow. "Nothing I did was good enough, and everything I did was shameful, no matter what it was. Good or bad or inbetween. I'm still working on… unlearning that. It was never you, and it's not your fault." He sighed, then pulled a hand up to his cheek, running a finger down his scar. "My father's also the one that did this to me, if that's any indication."

Jet listened quietly, then peeked his eyes open just a tad, looking over at Zuko poking his scar. "Your dad sounds like a dick," he said seriously, not humorously, but it made Zuko smile a little anyway.

"You could say that," Zuko agreed.

"My dad was nice," Jet said, eyes pressing shut again. "Him and mom both were, to everyone."

"...What happened to them?" Zuko asked softly, but a gnawing knot in his stomach told him he already knew.

"Gone," Jet said simply, unable to say much more. "I was eight."

"My mother is gone," Zuko said, picking at a thread on his tunic. "My father sent her away when I was young. She was kind too."

Jet mulled that over for a few minutes, chewing at his grass. "What about your sister?"

"Well," Zuko said. "What you saw is really all you get with her."

Jet nodded, contemplating. "So… is there anyone that wasn't a dick to you?"

Zuko smiled, a little amused and a little wistful. "My uncle, but I have a feeling he's still pretty ashamed of me right now."

"I understand," Jet said, looking at his hands. "My parents would have hated what I became."

Zuko looked at him, but he wouldn't look back. "I think you're too hard on yourself."

"I hurt people, Zuko," Jet said, almost pleading for him to understand. Little did he know, that Zuko did understand, at least a little. "Mostly people that deserved it, but… a few that didn't too."

"...So, was what my sister said the truth?" Zuko asked quietly, looking up slightly to look at Jet's face, but not fully.

"Not that many, no," Jet said, then sighed. "But enough."

Zuko nodded, but didn't know much else to say. He wasn't upset, more understanding than anything, but he could see how much it ate at Jet.

"I didn't want you to hate me for it," Jet said, eyes peeling open to mindlessly pick a hair from Tikka's clothes. "Regardless of how I act, I do care."

"I don't hate you," Zuko said truthfully. He inhaled deep, held it, and let it out. "I… I actually like you."

Jet smiled around his grass, looked up, and grinned even larger at the blush on Zuko's face. "Really? I hadn't noticed," he mused.

Zuko rolled his eyes. "Smartass," he scolded, but secretly he was glad for it. "Now, are you done brooding?"

"Says the king of brooding," Jet noted with a devious smirk.

"Whatever," Zuko scolded. "Just next time, brood where I can find you."

Jet smirked, but nodded. "Deal."

The sun was warming the cold stone of the courtyard, early morning birds pittering around the pond as snores filled the air.

The arguments of yesterday had ended, and though unsureness still buzzed in Jet's mind, he had slept just fine tucked next to Zuko. He peeled his eyes open, looked blearily at the ceiling, and stretched his legs until they touched the stone wall.

But before he could even have the chance to look over to see if anyone else was awake, the earth shattering sound of explosions filled the air. Dust cascaded from the ceiling, and the ground shook, and just as fast, Zuko shot from the bed, and Tikka wailed in fright.

"What's happening?!" Jet said, panic in his tone as he scooped Tikka into his arms.

Zuko threw back the rolled door and poked his head out into the hallway, face going pale at whatever he saw. "Airships…" he murmured, then whipped around. "We gotta' get out of here!"

Rocks and debris fell from the crumbling ceilings as they raced down the hall, Jet's hand over Tikka's head the entire way. Aang was batting off yet another bomb as they entered the courtyard, the explosion filling the air with orange light. Sokka and Katara were yanking a protesting Appa towards a tunnel, the rest of the crew waiting idly by.

"We gotta' get to the stolen airship!" Sokka called as they approached, giving yet another useless tug at Appa's reins.

"It's no use! Appa hates tunnels!" Aang called as he ran towards them.

"You go," Zuko said. "Get Tikka to the airship. I'll hold them off."

Jet's eyebrows furrowed. "No way! We're not leaving you!" he protested.

"Jet, we gotta' go!" Smellerbee called from the tunnel, waving him forwards with her hands.

Jet went to look over his shoulder, but before he could, Zuko pulled his face into his hands, and in front of everyone, pressed his lips to Jet's. But as quickly as it happened, Zuko pulled away, and before Jet could blink his eyes, was running towards the enemy airships.

"You idiot !" Jet scolded, but Tikka's wailing had become too much to bear, and he turned and ran to the tunnel, not having the chance to look back as it shut behind him.