Narrator: (It was just after a very long meeting with the council of ambassadors, delegates, magistrates, advisors and ministers. As the last person filed out of the room, only two were left. A very tired Fire Lord Zuko and his fiancee, personal advisor, best friend, ambassador of the Southern Water Tribe and royal consort, Sokka. As Zuko laid eyes on the man, he noticed he didn't look drained at all, which was typical, Sokka being on the neurodivergent spectrum, he was often very high energy, much to the chagrin of the council members. Zuko often just let his lover doodle away In his sketchbook, be it plans for rebuilding the world after the war or some new machine he wanted to design. He'd call upon him for advice on ruling from time to time, or remind Sokka that he was just as important as the other older, stuffier magistrates. He got up and walked over to the Water Tribesman who was vigorously sketching something)

Zuko's POV: (I cleared my throat softly) Sokka... The meeting ended... (I wouldn't be surprised if he was completely oblivious to the emptiness of the room)