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Sokka's been spending most of his time in the media library recently. After all, everybody loves the media library. Sokka admittedly spends most of his time watching WWE matches, a spy show, the most overdramatic documentaries he can find, and the occasional episode of Thomas the Tank Engine. Sokka does not make himself a slave to the recommended

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"Yeah, I figured," Sokka says, looking around. It takes him a moment, but he recognises this place. He's been here before, after all, and with that in mind he figures he knows who it is. ...Well, there's two options, but he figures this ain't Katara.

"Aang?" he calls. "It's me. You in here?"

While he waits, though, he settles beside a scrub of flowers, and investigates the petals. The Temple never looked like this when he was there. This is Aang's real home, in time as well as space... it's not really Sokka's thing, who's more into the majesty of bustling cities like Omashu and Ba Sing Se, but he can tell it's pretty.

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"Hey, Aang."

Sokka heads over to the window, looks at his buddy the Avatar. Yeah, that's not his happy face. Which is horrible, because all of Aang's faces are his happy face. It's one of the most insufferable things about him.

"You okay?" Sokka pauses, and gestures to the nearest door. "...Maybe I should knock, right?"

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It is, indeed, open, and Sokka lets himself in to the little place. It's not unlike one of the Southern Tribe's igloos, which is odd. Even after seeing the Air Temples, Sokka had rather thought that Airbenders lived in temples made of gold and rainbows and the dreams of puppies. After all, they had bison and could fly.

"Sorry I haven't come to visit," Sokka says, as he walks in. "Been avoiding everyone, really."

But it's not time to whine about Silent Hill. Knowing the answer already, Sokka repeats his question: "You okay, Aang?" He considers adding a you don't look it, but it's best not to presume. Let Aang say what Aang wants to say.

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...Refreshingly direct. Sokka did always like that about Aang. If he'd asked Katara if she was all right, she'd say yes, and then she'd hedge that statement a lot, and... well, not so much to him, but still. And if he'd asked Toph if she was all right, she'd launch him ten feet into the air with earthbending.

Sokka sits cross-legged in the centre of the room.

"You wanna... talk about it?"

He hears that this is what one does about emotional downpoints. Well, that or punch stuff. Sokka tends to go with "punch stuff", but he'd like to keep Aang out of the Avatar State, thanks a bunch.

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Sokka investigates for a moment, but he's pretty sure that the glow would show through the blanket. So, yay! No Avatar State.

"Yeah, I know the feeling," he says. "From what I hear, Stacy can make just about anything you want to punch in here, if it'd help. Or if you really need to you can punch me, though I'd rather you didn't."

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"Huh?"

Sokka stands.

"Aang, I've seen you summon up a hurricane, I've seen you burn down a temple, I've seen you sweep away a fleet. If..."

He sighs. Changes his tack.

"Yeah. Sorry, man. It's been a while, and we were in a bad place, and... yeah. I was scared of you, for a bit." He takes a step towards the blanketed airbender. "I'm sorry. It's not like you haven't scared me before - not like you're not still my friend. I should have come to you quicker."

It takes a big man to admit his mistakes and apologise, but you don't lie to the Avatar. Besides, the sooner they get past this, the sooner Sokka can get back to making puns with Aang's name in them, which is best for all concerned.

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Wouldn't be the first time Sokka's kept a secret from Katara about Aang.

"Sure. Think she'd want me to tell you that you can go to her about these things, though."

Little does Sokka know.

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"...It's... something to do with her?"

Sokka may not be as great a detective as he thinks he is, but some things he can pick up, if you dangle them in front of his nose and hit him with them.