[To Wan's credit, when Zuko pulled back, he tried to follow and leaned in further before it clicked that Zuko was purposely putting space between them. At the words, he smiled. Soft, sad, weighted down, but happy, too. Wan's head came down and he rested it in crook of Zuko's shoulder as he moved his hand to slip around behind and play with the hair at the nape of Zuko's neck. A deep breath was taken. Then another.
no subject
He found his peace.]
I love you, too.