Re: On the rooftop: is the word/Hello
Zuko could tell the dude was having a moment and whatnot. Guys had moments, but they were not supposed to have them out in public, around other dudes. It was embarrassing for both dudes present, and the solution was to be cool and pretend the other person also was cool. Cool could eclipse all emotional outbursts. He sniffed, and he squeezed the dude's shoulder once in a show of solidarity, a promise that he would not acknowledge the dampness in the other dude's eyes. It was cool. They were cool. Everything was cool.
He nodded at the dude's tie. "You're holding onto that like you think it's gonna run away or somethin'." He laughed at his own joke- ha-ha-, but then it was his turn to look confused. "Catholics? What do Catholics have to do with anything? Nah, dude, my crowd. The T-Birds. We rule the school," he explained, having a hard time believing he needed to tell anyone who he was. He tugged up at the collar of his leather jacket, emphasizing his cool.
Zuko had no voice in the back of his mind, Godly or otherwise. There was someone there, but that dude was sitting back with some popcorn and enjoying the show, dig?
"Pedal pushers. You know, those pants girls wear." He added to this description by using his hands to trace a perfect chick's hourglass figure on the night air. "Get me?" Zuko thought maybe dudes would look good in those pedal pushers too, but he didn't voice this. He had a rep to protect, and the nerd was looking like he was gonna be sick. He was gonna offer to get the dude some water, but the "den of sin" description distracted him; Zuko laughed. "Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me you think this place is a den of sin?" he slung his arm over the nerd's shoulders and pointed to the people below. "No one's even necking."