Occupied with rubbing absently at the old scar in his scalp, Jason's slow to realize he's no longer alone. It should trouble him, this sudden loss of vigilance, but he thinks maybe he's finally burnt out on giving a shit. If one of the other birds on the island want to sneak up on him and pick a fight, they'll find him whether he waits for it or not.
Zuko, though....he's a familiar, friendly face, and if he's in any way unwelcome, it's only because Jason's not sure what to say for himself. "Hey," he finally calls.
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Date: 2011-11-21 08:15 pm (UTC)Zuko, though....he's a familiar, friendly face, and if he's in any way unwelcome, it's only because Jason's not sure what to say for himself. "Hey," he finally calls.