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Lying down on the couch, his head on Zuko's legs, Sokka hummed happily when his boyfriend started to ran his hand through his hair. The days when they could spend some time together were rare and Sokka sure was going to enjoy each second.
“Sokka.”
Sokka frowned. That tone was the one Zuko took when he was about to say something he wouldn't like.
“Sokka, I really need to go.”
There! Why move now, that was such a nice day...
“I'm going to be late.”
“Late where? It's Sunday,” he mumbled.
Silence. Sokka opened his eye curiously.
“Sokka. It's Tuesday.”