A/N: Set just after FBM. Title from Sonnets from the Portuguese.
"Hi."
I jump as she sits down next to me, unaware there was anyone else awake.
"Hi, Toph."
"So, what're you doing up?"
I look away. "I dunno. I was just…"
"Homesick?"
I laugh. "Are you kidding? No way. I should've left months ago, and it's not like I have anything I really regret leaving. I mean, just look at my family; I have no reason to be homesick. I don't miss those cruel, malicious –"
"I can tell when you're lying, you know."
Silence.
"It's okay," she says quietly. "'Specially since, if you're allowed to be homesick, I certainly am."
