[Gokudera inhales to ignite his cigarette, and sets the lighter he’d been struggling with down. His hand is mildly disfigured compared to his right, the digits resting bowed slightly. He stares down at it, forcing the digits to lay flat as he gives a soft exhale and smoke curls out of his nose and between his teeth. His eyes shut and he tries to force himself to calm down.
Zuko is right. There is too much on his mind. Without his Rain flames, he doesn’t know how to calm himself, can’t stop that restless guilt knotting itself in his stomach.]
You’re right. [He’s not too proud to admit that.]
Maybe I’ll find my own place... see about getting myself settled so I don’t disrupt him or the Tenth.
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Zuko is right. There is too much on his mind. Without his Rain flames, he doesn’t know how to calm himself, can’t stop that restless guilt knotting itself in his stomach.]
You’re right. [He’s not too proud to admit that.]
Maybe I’ll find my own place... see about getting myself settled so I don’t disrupt him or the Tenth.