[Jet's muscles physically tense at the interaction, but the apology that follows it up makes him relax. It wasn't an assault or an attack, so he keeps his hands away from his swords and does his best to regain his footing, almost stumbling over and landing on the ground, but catching himself on a wall. He rubs his cheek and clears his throat, hoping he doesn't sound like he was too distracted, because he really was.]
Hey, don't worry about it. It was just--
[He was calm until he looked down to offer a hand to that familiar face. His jaw clenches and, if Zuko were looking close enough, he could see every tense muscle in the Freedom Fighter's body.
Shit doesn't even begin to describe it.
In the blink of an eye, Jet has his swords drawn and has one sharpened hooked pointed to Zuko.]
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Hey, don't worry about it. It was just--
[He was calm until he looked down to offer a hand to that familiar face. His jaw clenches and, if Zuko were looking close enough, he could see every tense muscle in the Freedom Fighter's body.
Shit doesn't even begin to describe it.
In the blink of an eye, Jet has his swords drawn and has one sharpened hooked pointed to Zuko.]
You.