He laughs, abrupt and surprised and honestly amused when she says he's not a sight, grinning at her. And it's that more than any wisdom on his part that stops him from asking her if she's sure she's going to leave.

Still holding her hand, Sokka gives it a small squeeze than a firmer tug to bring her closer, dips down to her height and kisses her before he can wimp out of it.

It's not demanding and passionate, though that's not entirely hidden either, just waiting in the wings for permission, some sort of signal. Or maybe they just need to hang out by the generator again. Either way, it's slow and sweet and-- pretty much sums up their encounter so far.