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“Fuck, I can’t believe they did that!”
“Babe,”
“I mean, the snap! He actually did it! I can’t believe he did it!” Sokka snapped his fingers for emphasis, gesturing widely and barely missing the passing annoyance of fellow patrons as Zuko finally failed at suppressing his laughter, the pair emerging into the fall night with the subtlety of a charging moose-lion. “Don’t laugh at me, half the universe is gone!”
“You know I saw the same movie you did, right?”
Sokka stopped mid-rant to glance at his boyfriend, soft and smiling, lit up in the reds and blues of the old theater lights.
“You wound me.” Sokka threw a hand against his head for dramatic effect, stumbling towards the laughing teen. “I shall never express myself ever again! Never again shall you hear my genuine reactions to a shocking moment,”
“Sokka, stop,” Zuko giggled at his boyfriend’s antics, clapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound, trying to guide the pair out of the retreating crowd. “Seriously,” he grabbed for the blue-clad boy’s arm, “Shhh!”
“I cannot! I am too far gone, a shot through the heart-”
“Sokka, people are staring, wait, no!” The smaller teen tripped over his feet in his attempt to stop Sokka’s head from impacting the pavement of the parking lot. “Sorry!” he offered meekly to a trio of tween girls, trying to ignore the dirtiest look he’d ever gotten. He stared down into his boyfriend’s eyes, slumped bonelessly across his legs, fondness softening his glare. “Sokka,”
“I’m shot through the heart, Zuko.”
“I think you annoyed everyone in the theater-”
“Zuko,”
“Seriously, I think there are still people staring-”
“Zuko,”
“Sorry!” He called over his shoulder, only to be ignored by the tired workers and remaining groups of teens discussing the shocking end to their midnight preview.
“Zuko!”
“What?!”
Sokka smirked.
“I’m shot through the heart…”
“So you said.” Zuko hauled the taller boy to his feet. “Come on, wounded warrior.”
“Zuko?”
The short teen tucked himself under his boyfriend’s arm, scarred side pressed against soft fabric. “Yes?” The pair locked eyes. Zuko froze, recognition dawning.
“Don’t you da-”
“SHOT THROUGH THE HEART!” Sokka bellowed, pitch completely ignored in favor of volume. “AND YOU’RE TO BLAME-”
“Aghhhhhh!” Zuko shoved the singing boy off him. “That’s it, I’m going home alone.” He stalked away from the theater, starting the long walk home.
“Nooooo!” Sokka shot after the retreating figure, finally clasping their hands together and letting his boyfriend tug him towards the sidewalk. “My place?”
“Your place.”
Unnoticed by the pair, a car followed them out of the lot, leaving the theater behind.