For all Aang was younger than him, Sokka marveled at how safe he felt when they were together.
However much he denied fear, Sokka clutched at Aang when they saw eyes watching them from all over. No matter how he raged at the swamp, insisting that it contained nothing mystical, he screamed Aang's name long and hard when left alone. And despite his feigned irritation, relief filled him when Aang and Katara came out of nowhere, slamming into him.
Aang was younger, but he was a protector and a friend. Sokka felt warmer and safer just knowing he was there.
