Wan's head moved in an even slower nod, his hair bunching up against the mattress. He drew his knees up and curled them to the side, making them fall away from Katara so they didn't end up falling against her.

"We did," he mumbled, feeling a little sick to his stomach. "He..." Wan didn't think Zuko was mad at him. But he was probably weirded out. Upset maybe. He shouldn't have done that. Especially knowing Zuko's mental state wasn't exactly stable. But he'd been comfortable and Zuko had been right there. He hadn't pulled away until-

Until Katara and Aang showed up.

Everything had been okay until then.

"He's a good friend."