"There," Zuko put a bandaid on the cut on Kataras forehead as she was sipping her boba on her bed. They didn't have any serious wounds but many bruises that will make them sore.

"Good as new," she smiled a little at him as Zuko put away the first aid kit from the bathroom.

"So now, let's talk," Katara sat on the end of the bed and patted next to her for him to come back.

"About which part?" Zuko sat with her with a small sigh, he knew he wasn't going to get out of it.

She was quiet to think for a moment, there was a lot to talk about, she just didn't know where to start.

"This is going to be hard for you to talk about no matter what, isn't it?" Katara looked at him gently and he nodded.

"Hold on I have an idea," she smiled a little and scooted on the bed and moved him to mirror her, both of their legs hung off the sides as their backs were against each other. It felt silly but he didn't mind it, he couldn't look at her like this.

"Jet told me to ask you about why you went to the mental hospital once, I'm guessing now it wasn't just for your anger issues," Katara inhaled deeply as she leaned back a little into him.

"No, he was the.. the one that I called when I tried, I left a voicemail and he didn't answer, same night durk found me," Zuko picked at his nails as he explained.

"When I woke up my uncle told me he adopted me and was going to take me to Japan," he pursed his lips and Katara nodded listening.

"It was the same day I snapped at school, my father picked me up from jail and.. I gave up, I was done, I didn't see why I should even try anymore when it didn't seem like it was going to get better," he gulped pulling his legs up into a crisscross.

"D-don't worry, I don't.. I don't think that way anymore, I got the help, I haven't done anything like that since, I told my doctor about it when I was prescribed and they told me there was no way for me to overdose on accident," Zuko said quickly when Katara didn't react or say anything, he panicked thinking she was going to be disappointed in him.

"Then why did you take the pill?" She whispered a little.

"I would never take your family from you kat, you think I rather shoot you or your brother?" He rasped shaking his head.

"I know I didn't think it through, as soon as those doors shut I thought about my uncle, but to me at that moment it was the best solution," he bit at his lips anxiously.

"Has your dad killed people?" Katara sighed leaning her head back and rested it on his shoulder.

"Yes,"

Katara closed her eyes.

"H..have you?"

It didn't surprise him when she asked that, his fathers business was built on lives being taken. it didn't hurt either, she had the right to think like that knowing how his life has been. It could've been an accident for all she knew, not killing someone in cold blood like his father, or forced too.

"No I haven't," he said truthfully.

She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"I've hurt people but I've never killed anyone," he gulped nodding.

"I know, I just wanted to hear you say it," she nodded believing him.

"I really thought you guys would've been fine if I ran though, I'm sorry," Zuko whispered again.

"To be fair, we didn't follow your instructions, we were coming back for you," she chuckled softly.

"Well that was fucking stupid," his covered his face a little.

"But honestly with you guys there... I know something bad would've happened if you weren't with me," he admitted and Katara understood what he meant. His abusive father would've been abusive again.

"So when your father said there's a little something with leaving him, what does that mean?" She asked.

"Taking something or someone I love, he threatened uncle, you, just... to take something from me so i don't forget," Zuko swallowed a lump in his throat.

"So that's why he said he owns you?" She finally turned around but his back was still towards her.

"He just knows he'll always have some kind of leash on me," Zuko didn't bring his head up feeling her hands on him.

Katara rubbed his back a little and touched his face gently to pull him face to her so she could look at him.

"He's your father, biologically it's a fact, I understand he's going to have some kind of hold on you, but he doesn't own you," she told him gently as they looked into each other's eyes.

"I know," he cupped his hand around hers on his cheek.

"God I feel like I'm stuck in this loop of freaking out over every time I see my father, it's so annoying and pathetic," Zuko stood up quickly as he ran his hands through his hair frustrated.

"Hey no, don't talk like that," Katara reached for his hand.

"Sorry but just I don't like that I'm basically relying on you with my shit but you don't need to have that on your plate too," he shook his head but she didn't let go.

"Hey it's my choice on staying, it's my fault but I'm not going to leave you because it's a little messy," she stood with him.

"We're a team, right?" Katara smiled up at him as Zuko inhaled deeply nodding.

"God what would I do without you?" Zuko wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pull her in as she giggled against him.

"You've lasted this long without me, you'd be fine," she buried her face in his neck, feeling his arms tightened.

"No, probably not, I love you to much," he kissed her forehead gently.

She looked at him wide eyes as she touched her forehead gently, he's done it more than once, she loved the feeling of him holding her like this, his lips against her skin. The way he made her feel.

Katara gently pulled him down and placed a light kiss to his lips, he pulled her closer to deepen the kiss. Placing his hand against her jaw as she gripped his shirt but gasped into the kiss when they fell backwards.

They looked at each other wide eyes in surprise as Katara landed on her bed with him on top, Zuko stopped and waited for her to be comfortable, she smiled brushing his hair from his face and held his scarred cheek.

"You're so handsome," she leaned up a little and kissed his cheek. Zuko closed his eyes as he leaned into her touch but turned his head to capture her lips once again.

"I love you so much," he whispered as he kissed down her neck. Her hands brushed up his biceps as he hovered over her, keeping himself up by his elbows.

"I love you too," Katara smiled as once hand reached into his hair to pull him back for a passionate kiss.