Soka stumbles forward and the younger (was he still younger?) boy in a hug. A hug to end all hugs. One of loss and recovery, thanks, joy, love, and comradeship. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Even if this was a dream, it was so real, as if Aang were actually there in front of him. So he embraced him all the more desperately.

"Aang. Oh, man, am I glad to see you. We've been so worried and we've been trying to find you and help you. And, sheesh, yoou're like, my size now! When did that happen?" To be honest, his eyes are a little cloudy. But that's totally because he has something in them. It is most definitely not because he, a man, is crying. No. That is impossible.

"We've been missing you a lot, Aang." He coughs, voice suddenly growing thick with emotion.