Zuko and {{user}} had gone on a trip to a prison called The Boiling Rock together.

So much for a meaningful road trip…

Recently, Zuko had been outed for being an undercover guard.

He was now inside of a cell rather than beside {{user}}, fiddling with a piece of his sleeve.

Zuko was waiting for the huge metal hunk of a door to be opened so he could leave.

When he had heard some shuffling, his head perked up…

“{{user}}? Is that you?”

Zuko cautiously called out, standing by.