"It's ok, Katara," Jet says, a little tired. "I forgive you."

Uncertain blue eyes meet his searchingly, but his next words make her hopeful spirits plummet to the deepest pits of despair. It was too much to hope for after all.

"As long as you promise me it won't happen again."

She swallows hard because sleeping with Zuko was something that just happened, nothing that was planned. But it's also something she's planning on doing again, if Zuko'll have her. Jet has to know, he has probably always known.

This can't continue.

"I can't promise you that, Jet," she replies, her voice shaking with determination.

"Why not?" he asks. She knows him well enough to read his body language even though he makes an effort to hide it.

"I don't want to," is the dreaded response and it falls from her lips pure and true like the blade of a guillotine. That dull thud? His heart breaking.

"Katara," he begins but she shakes her head.

"No, Jet. I can't do this, I won't do this to you. I think we'd be better off if we were friends."

He wants to scream and yell at her. Tell her that she's been doing this to him ever since Zuko left, just like Azula. Tell her that he doesn't care because he's nothing on his own and he needs her. Tell her that she can do whatever she wants if only she'll stay; yes, even screw Zuko's brains out.

Because he's terrified of being alone, on his own. Terrified of loosing the only good thing he's ever had.

"Alright."

But Jet can see it in her eyes; what she's been looking for in him (futily), she's found it in Zuko and he loves her too much to force her into covering it with guilt towards himself.

"Zuko better treat you right; he's a damn lucky bastard."