Or, it would be, if not for Kataraās uncanny ability to sense that there isĀ a plan to begin with.
He almost makes it to the door this time. Heās got his keys squished uncomfortably in his back pocket to prevent any jingling, his phone is on silent, he doesnāt even put on his shoes - and yet. And yet.
Heās reaching for the doorknob when the porch light flicks on outside.
In a voice like frostbite, Katara asks,Ā āGoing somewhere?ā
Sokkaās shoulders cave in. He turns slowly on his heel, like if he puts it off long enough she wonāt be standing there with that look of absolute derision on her face. He doesnāt even need to see it anymore, itās etched into his mind as deeply as his own name.
But he turns, because he always does, and sheās there in the dining room doorway, because she always is.
She lifts a cold eyebrow at him.
āZukoās,ā he says. It comes out like an apology.
āAnd what does Zuko want at this time of night?ā
āUm,ā Sokka says, because she already knows the answer.Ā āCompany.Ā Letās go with that.ā
Hereās the thing: Katara never stopsĀ him. She would never do that to him. What she wouldĀ do, though, is make sure he knows that she knows exactly where he is, what heās doing, and with whom. And sheās always up again when he gets back, so he doesnāt even get to enjoy the afterglow for any longer than the car drive home.
Itās not that Katara doesnāt like Zuko, or that she doesnāt approve of their relationship or their night time dalliances. If anything, the opposite is true. Sheās friendsĀ with Zuko, and she knows Sokka loves him, and she thinks itās cute that Sokkaās boyfriend still bootycalls him four years into the relationship - sheās just an asshole about it.
āOkay,ā she says, in that same airy voice she always uses,Ā āhave fun. Tell Azula I said hi.ā
āAzula doesnāt likeĀ you.ā
āI know, thatās why I say hi.ā