Forcing the Hand

[angle_on_it]

[Things just haven't been the same. No matter how hard he tries, Sokka finds that getting back with Suki ends poorly every time. After a while, it starts to feel almost like abuse -- like they're in a spiral of one terrible, horrible, no good argument after another and just doesn't stop. Sokka begs and pleads, hopes for understanding and trust, but

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[fanismighter]

[She couldn't believe that he ended things the way he did. It didn't even seem fair.

No.

It wasn't fair. How could it be fair? She didn't even do anything wrong. He was always the one doing things she told him not to do. He should've just listened to her. It wasn't a difficult task to do, but he always seemed to have so much trouble with it.

And now he was hiding, like some scared mouse: weak and always scared. So Suki waited for him. Waiting for him to finally come out of his hiding place so she could finally give him a piece of her mind. Actually, he deserved a lot more than that. Suki was ready to hurt him like he hurt her.]

[angle_on_it]

[He needs to go back to the house to get some clothes, so he waits until he's absolutely sure that Suki isn't going to be around and makes his way around the back of Queen Anne's Row, intending to use the kitchen door.]

[Slinking up the stairs, he winces with every squeak of the floorboards. He's not as alert as he should be, but he's not expecting to see anyone, either. Eyes adjusting to the dark too slowly, he finds himself too late to avoid an out-of-chair, forced to bite back a yelp as he stubs his toe, sending the chair scraping across the floor a few inches.]

[He takes a long pause and hearing nothing, lets out his breath and continues moving toward his bedroom.]

[fanismighter]

[Finally! He was back home, so Suki followed him in. If he was going to avoid her like this, then he was going to be in for the surprise of his life.

She lets him get to the bedroom, where she stands by the door, leaning against the frame.]

So, you've finally came back?

[angle_on_it]

[The sound of Suki's voice startles him and Sokka turns to look, noting that Suki blocks his only escape. He gapes and looks around nervously. No one's there, of course, it's just the two of them.]

Suki! Aha, hey. Uh... yeah, I just came to get some clothes and then-- uh, then you won't have to see me every again. [Spirits, he feels like he's standing in front of the judge, jury, and executioner.]