During their most recent interactions, Aang couldn't deny that something had... maybe changed between them. To Aang, they'd grown closer than ever, holding hands and tackling each other into hugs on sight and finishing each other's sentences. Sometimes a joke, sometimes planned, and sometimes not. Aang couldn't go without visiting Kuzon one last time. Not when he hadn't - he hadn't - (A pre-canon Kuzaang fic. Fate is a cruel mistress.)