[She does, actually. She wants him gone very much. Out of her room, maybe even out of the house- but this was his house before it was hers, and his only family is here. Maybe she should go.
...Where could she go? The ones she thought she could rely on, who she thought were friends or at the very least acquaintances... it could be one of them. It hadn't even occurred to her until now that the people she knew were friends with Sokka.
One thing at a time, though. She lifts her head to look at him- spots his expression- and what she sees there, that pathetic and wilted expression, causes something in her to crack. Her hand lashes out, smacking Sokka clear across the cheek with a slap that ought to feel just as strong as any punch. And then she turns away, because the last thing she wants is for him to see her cry. She doesn't even bother saying another word.
How dare he look so unhappy. He's in love. When he leaves her room, he'll have someone to go to, someone to hold and comfort and he'll feel better in no time.
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...Where could she go? The ones she thought she could rely on, who she thought were friends or at the very least acquaintances... it could be one of them. It hadn't even occurred to her until now that the people she knew were friends with Sokka.
One thing at a time, though. She lifts her head to look at him- spots his expression- and what she sees there, that pathetic and wilted expression, causes something in her to crack. Her hand lashes out, smacking Sokka clear across the cheek with a slap that ought to feel just as strong as any punch. And then she turns away, because the last thing she wants is for him to see her cry. She doesn't even bother saying another word.
How dare he look so unhappy. He's in love. When he leaves her room, he'll have someone to go to, someone to hold and comfort and he'll feel better in no time.
How dare he.]