Sokka didn't say anything, but simply let her be on her way. When she headed down the stairs, he went to his room. He thought maybe he could sit on his bed and calm down. It was just a kiss. A simple kiss. He should just accept it. This is what he deserved after everything that happened.

Even as he sat on his bed, his attempts to simply accept it failed. There was something else boiling in him. It was an emotion he didn't even truly have when he was soulless. It was anger. And this anger wasn't at himself. It was what happened to him. This wasn't fair. He died a hero. He gave his life for other people. What kind of twisted karma was it that he had to lose Suki forever for being a hero? It was infuriating to realize that he'd lost so much trying to be a hero. It wasn't fair. It was wrong.

Unable to simply stew in one place in his bed, his anger became physical. He kicked the nearby table over. At first he righted the table up again and began to put the wooden figure that had been sitting on it back on top of it. Instead, he gritted his teeth and threw the figure at the wall. He knocked over a few other things as he worked through his anger and frustration. His room was a mess by the time he finally was able to cool off, leaving him to stand by the window, quietly watching his friends laugh and enjoy the pool.

At least they had something to be happy about.