aroceu's ficAang’s mind is reeling with so much – do you want to go with me? do you want to learn how? are you going with Mai? – that he decides, screw it, and lets himself blurt, “Are you going?”
“What?” Zuko says. “To Homecoming? I don’t – ” He shrugs, looking thoughtful. “I don’t know yet. Knowing my sister, though, she’ll probably drag me.”
“It might be fun,” Aang says hopefully.