[ Zuko's wearing a contemplative, empathetic frown, eyes glancing up to Gokudera's face after a moment. And indeed, when he sees he's struggling with his lighter, Zuko grabs one of his own from his pocket, reaching across the table with his hand cupped round the flame to protect it from the wind for the bomber to light up, all gentlemanly-like. ]

I dunno, Gokudera. I mean, don't tell him now — there's too much on your mind, man... But someday you should be honest about it. Hiding it will hurt, too.