Zuko tried not to grimace, tried to pretend he hadn't noticed. She was crying - what the hell was he supposed to do with her?
"Don't cry--" was his automatic response, tawny-gold eyes looking over at her. There was a hint of despair in his tone, desperation -- really, what was he supposed to do with a crying girl?
He'd never had to deal with one; Azula never cried, always lied. When she did cry it was fake tears and fake sobs, mostly to garner attention from those around her.
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Zuko tried not to grimace, tried to pretend he hadn't noticed. She was crying - what the hell was he supposed to do with her?
"Don't cry--" was his automatic response, tawny-gold eyes looking over at her. There was a hint of despair in his tone, desperation -- really, what was he supposed to do with a crying girl?
He'd never had to deal with one; Azula never cried, always lied. When she did cry it was fake tears and fake sobs, mostly to garner attention from those around her.