( If only. Maybe next time, she'll find he has a fuller fridge... just in case.
For now, though, they're snackless and stuck in the snow, and Shealtiel starts The What's-it and relaxes back on the couch. Their arms brush, and he thinks nothing off it, too entranced in rewatching. His eyes seem to light up at each twist, and he keeps glancing to check that Azula is enjoying it, too.
As much as she can, anyway.
As the credits finally roll, Shealtiel finally speaks. )
Wasn't that crazy? I mean, just to imagine being there, isolated, and that there could still be something... among us.
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For now, though, they're snackless and stuck in the snow, and Shealtiel starts The What's-it and relaxes back on the couch. Their arms brush, and he thinks nothing off it, too entranced in rewatching. His eyes seem to light up at each twist, and he keeps glancing to check that Azula is enjoying it, too.
As much as she can, anyway.
As the credits finally roll, Shealtiel finally speaks. )
Wasn't that crazy? I mean, just to imagine being there, isolated, and that there could still be something... among us.
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