[ There's the ghost of disappointment over his face when Gokudera withdraws his hand, just the slightest shift of the muscles, something in his eyes, but Zuko still doesn't tear his gaze away from Gokudera for another moment longer, even as the bomber looks away from him. He's fixed on his face in the indirect silvery lighting of the stone corridor washed in moonlight, examining how the shadows fall, the highlights in his silver hair, the curve of his lips, all these little details, and doesn't say anything for a moment. It takes him a moment to register that he should say something back to that, distracted by just looking at Gokudera in a fond trance, but then another moment to find the right words... because, well, yeah, actually, he agrees with what Gokudera said, but it doesn't really matter that much to drive the point home. It's done with. He glances aside, lowering his lashes as his hand gently rests on Gokudera's leg, always these little affectionate touches, and something more tempered and tender comes into his tone of voice. ]
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...You look nice tonight.