At that last comment, Aang actually laughs muffled laughter into his arms, although the way his shoulders shake suggest there might be more than just laughter. Rescue aside, this is the first he's seen Sokka in--in a very long time.
A very, very long time.
When he pushes himself up (on the backs of his hands because his palms are cut up, cut up and instead of bleeding, they're glowing a faint blue, like the bandaged wound on his arm), Sokka will be able to see that he's older now, taller--maybe about as tall as Sokka is. And he looks...tired. The wrinkles around his eyes from worry. Tiredness ages you, carrying a heavy burden ages you. The Aang that Sokka knew that carried the weight of his choices and of his burden as the Avatar at the end of their journeys, that had to face the Firelord, was older than the flighty boy Sokka and Katara found in the iceburg in more than just years. That seems to be even more the case now.
His smile is the same, though. Aang smiles at him, even if that smile is marred just a little by the fond tears in his eyes.
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A very, very long time.
When he pushes himself up (on the backs of his hands because his palms are cut up, cut up and instead of bleeding, they're glowing a faint blue, like the bandaged wound on his arm), Sokka will be able to see that he's older now, taller--maybe about as tall as Sokka is. And he looks...tired. The wrinkles around his eyes from worry. Tiredness ages you, carrying a heavy burden ages you. The Aang that Sokka knew that carried the weight of his choices and of his burden as the Avatar at the end of their journeys, that had to face the Firelord, was older than the flighty boy Sokka and Katara found in the iceburg in more than just years. That seems to be even more the case now.
His smile is the same, though. Aang smiles at him, even if that smile is marred just a little by the fond tears in his eyes.
"Classic Sokka."