017 || rl; is it any wonder i'm tired

[askedtobe]

[ Much to Peter's utmost chagrin, his least favourite part of the day had arrived and he was forced to return to his apartment, the place he really couldn't even call a home anymore. It wasn't; he'd taken away every part of it that could be called even remotely comforting and turned his walls into the constant reminder of the guilt that was

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[lovedthemoon]

[Sokka follows the address on the small slip of paper, ignoring the people who look at him strangely in favor of asking every street vendor if he's on the right track. He knows he should've told Claire where he was going, but she would want to come along. And sometimes, warriors need to be alone with their pain. If there's something Sokka understands, it's that

[askedtobe]

[ The knock nearly makes him jump a foot into the air, a fact which alone spoke of just how secluded he'd become. Brow furrowing, he tosses a look over towards his answering machine where Nathan had undoubtedly left another message telling him to call back, and maybe his brother had finally bitten the bullet and come to talk to him personally. Which Peter found highly doubtful, but who else would care enough to show up at his place

[lovedthemoon]

I'm okay. [he says quickly, gaze lifting to size Peter up. He looks tired, and sad. Which is kind of how Sokka feels, really.] Can I come in?

[askedtobe]

Yeah, of course. [ Pulling the door open wider, Peter moves out of the way so that Sokka can come inside, which is right around when it occurs to Peter that his apartment isn't exactly company-friendly. And maybe he did that on purpose but now that Sokka's here, he just feels bad about it.

But if he's ashamed, it doesn't really show. ] What're you doing in New York?