Iroh

He hugs Iroh back, but loosely, and it's quick before he pulls away and makes his way inside without a word. He's not in the mood to be touched. He sets his bag on the floor next to the couch, but doesn't sit. He sets the dragon on the couch to sit, but it just hops off with a little flap of its wings and scurries over to Iroh, standing on its hind legs with its claws snagging the old man's clothing — pick me up, pick me up, as if to say. Zuko may not want to be touched, but Zunyan does. This was a distressing night for the little dragon, too, clearly. Meantime, Zuko just sets to pacing across the center of the room, dragging both his hands alongside his temples and all the way back across his scalp and down his neck, self-soothingly. He doesn't say a word right away. Just paces.