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[fn_rebel]

the old m-- iroh's gone home.

anyone wanna take a field trip to the wastes for the day?

[Voice | Filtered to Katara:]

Do you want me to move out or-- stay away for a couple days?  Your call.

[Voice | Filtered to Raven:]

You gonna be by the dojo tonight?

[[ooc; this is forward-dated to the morning after prom~]]

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[angle_on_it]

Can we talk before you go?

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[fn_rebel]

[It's a few minutes before he replies, unsure how to react.]

sure.

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[angle_on_it]

Just tell me where to be.

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[fn_rebel]

I'm not at the house right now.

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[angle_on_it]

[He doesn't bother replying, instead heading for the coordinates. Considering how things have been going, it's likely no surprise he's showing up on little-to-no sleep. With Katara over for the night, and after everything that had happened at the prom, he had a lot to think over and thinking always works better for the tribesman at night.]

[When he doesn't immediately peer the freedom fighter, he clears his throat, folds his arms and calls out.] Hey, I'm here...

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[fn_rebel]

[Jet had heard him coming, his ears having been trained from years of practice. That doesn't mean he made any move or acknowledgement, not until Sokka broke the silence in the air with the sound of his throat clearing. He slowly turns his neck over, his hands stuffed in his pocket, and stands in front of him, his expression blank and eyes unreadable.]

Hey.

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[angle_on_it]

[The tribesman doesn't move, just takes a breath and waits a second until he can manage the words he's been going over all morning.]

[Here goes.]

Jet, I wanted to apologize... I was out of line last night and I said some things I shouldn't have. I'm sorry.

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[fn_rebel]

[He's literally left stunned for a few minutes, and that's very obvious on his features. His throat's dry and, well, he was expecting that punch Sokka owed him really. He looks to his feet before lifting his gaze. Jet may not own a lot, but he does have his pride.]

Don't. If anyone was out of line, it was me. You trusted me with her...you're her brother, and I shouldn't have done what I did. I don't expect your trust or respect back...at least not anytime soon.

[Softly:] Sorry.

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[For once, Sokka actually gives his friend The Look. Adstringendum really was making a difference (for better or worse.) Closing some of the distance, the tribesman gestures for Jet to follow him.]

C'mon, let's walk. Maybe talk a little if you think you can listen for once.

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[The Look isn't something Jet's very sure about, especially coming from Sokka. It could really mean anything, but he exhales before letting a lopsided smile trace his lips. He walks alongside the tribesman, stuffing his hands in his pockets.]

Should've started doing that a while ago, huh?

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[angle_on_it]

Yeah, maybe. It's not like I ever know what I'm talking about...

[He opts to leave his arms crossed, but it's a more relaxed than usual, as is Sokka's pace.]

With Iroh gone now, I really got to thinking, y'know? Thinking about what we have here, what we don't, people coming and people going, what the Animus does to us... It was something Katara said that made me realize I couldn't be angry: she was confused. [Sokka laughs.] And aren't we all?

I think this place breeds confusion. And loneliness. It only makes sense that we'd all be drawn together whether we meant to be or not.

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[fn_rebel]

Most of the time.

[Jet focuses on his feet while he walks. Nodding occassionally, he makes sure to acknowledge what Sokka is saying. He can't process it all, but he gets the most part. He hopes.]

Yeah...that's all that happened.

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[Sokka dips down and picks up a twig just to have something to do with his hands. He snaps off little pieces as they walk, tossing each one aside.] I know you love her -- it's hard not to, but... [He shakes his head.] It's hard to tell how serious you are -- either of you. Or exactly how you feel about each other, how I should feel, what I should and shouldn't say or do or... [Sokka shrugs.] It's just different. Sorry.

[...awkward.]

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[fn_rebel]

[Woah, Sokka, this conversation just got so weird.]

I don't love her. It's not like that. [It's said a little defensively. He thinks his words are true, but that's pretty hard to convince anyone of after what happened, isn't it? Shaking his head a little dismissively he exhales. He doesn't want to have to think anymore. Sorting out his feelings? That required thinking, especially since this isn't just Sokka, his friend. This is Sokka, Katara's brother.

Weird.]

We just live together. I'm there if she needs me.

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[Sokka gives Jet another look.] Right. Because cuddling and kissing is just what friends do. [Don't lie to him, dude.]

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[fn_rebel]

Hey, she couldn't sleep, that wasn't my fault! [He's gonna try.]

And that...other part was confusion. Nothing's coming out of it.