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Alone with Aang by the river, Zuko traces the arrows' path across the Avatar's skin, the younger Bender shivering a little at the touch.  Though he hadn't meant it as an invitation, when Aang hesitantly runs his fingers over Zuko's scar he doesn't stop him.  Aang's face registers empathy rather than pity, and something oddly like admiration.

"You know, you know just about everything about my life," the Airbender says softly.  "Why don't you tell me something about yours?"

"I suppose you want to know how I got THAT," Zuko says, as usual sounding harsher than he'd meant to.

Aang is used to this.  "Not just that," he says, blushing a bit, and to his surprise Zuko blushes too.

"...All right.  Where should I start?"