summary: eventually, zuko realizes that sokka searches for ways to let his hands linger—and he gives sokka every opportunity he can, until they're standing on the precipice of naming what they are, and what all of their gentle touches really mean
all they need, it turns out, is a ruined tassel, some yarn, and an excuse for sokka to reach out to zuko's hair, yet again
He sighs, and very nearly misses it when Sokka softly asks, “helping?” Zuko can only bring himself to languidly nod, and savor the feeling of being so fully held.
