Sokka remembers a particular point in Apocalyptica where he worried he'd have the wraps on his hands torn to shreds by now, picking at them like he did when he was nervous. He's getting that same feeling now - only this time, it's about having no beard left by the time Iroh hits sixteen.

Doesn't stop him from continuing to rub at his jaw, though.

"Hana," he says quietly, eyes stuck on the street, "are you... are you you in these dreams?"