Aang fought back thinking.
Thinking won't help you sleep, and all Aang wanted was sleep.
He moved away from Sokka and Katara.
He thought maybe Sokka's snoring was keeping him up.
But there he went, thinking again.
Thinking about Sokka, about warriors, about armies.
He wished so badly for strength like Toph had.
He wished someone could bring out the passion and greatness-
He couldn't reach it but knew he possessed it.
Aang rolled over multiple times during these ponderings, and suddenly heard footsteps.
He jerked up, and was glad to see Toph sit down next to him.
He supposed his rolling had woken her.
He apologized.
"Aang," she said, leaning back into the dirt, "Is that how you are going to win?"
The question was simple. Aang spoke with carefulness in each word.
"I don't know."
"So you're going to defeat the Fire Lord by talking to him? Saying 'lets be friends?'...Typical airbender."
Aang was taken aback. He wasn't a typical airbender! He was the Avatar! He was going to stomp Ozai into the ground! He was going to be strong. He had wished for it before.
"I'm not typical. I'm going to be strong...I think."
"Aang, you can't think. You have to have trust. I'm blind, Aang, but I walk like a normal bender, because I trust the Earth to keep me up. Don't think. Have faith in your power and abilities and those who stand behind you will help you. Waterbenders don't think out each move they make! They let water flow with them. Listen and learn and absorb, yes. But you'll..."
Toph was cut off by an awkward kiss that Aang had planted on her mouth.
He wasn't experienced. (He was only 12).
But the kiss had so much passion and gratefulness that Toph kissed him back.
"See? Good comes out of not thinking sometimes." She choked out afterwards.
She was absolutely right.
