He so shouldn’t have stepped into this one - curse his good-doerness, what had he been thinking?!
Rather, he shouldn’t have… asked that question, anyways, because now? Now he had no idea how to continue. Hopefully his (awkwardly) long silence after she answered seemed more contemplative than what it really was: him mentally scrambling for some shred of reassurance.
"You’re not… stupid,” was finally his lame condolence, and it took all he had to not smack his forehead at his own gracelessness as the last syllable slipped out. Instead, he used his free hand to rub sheepishly at the back of his neck, falling quiet for another beat as he thought. “I mean… you probably could’ve handled it better, sure, but drinking kind of makes all of us stupid, in one way or another…” Her way was just a little more… drama-inciting than others, as kissing another girl while her (ex?) girlfriend was in the vicinity was wont to do. Attempting to soften the blow, he offered Yumi a crooked grin, shrugging. “You and Ty are always, um… a little… explosive, anyways, right? It’s probably just worse with alcohol.”
She let her head fall and a sigh that none-too-happy pass her lips. No, her night was ruined and she just wanted to fall asleep into her bed. Sleep until forever has passed. Because that was how long Ty Lee had apparently determined things were done.
But... things changed right? People changed, she knew that.
"I..." She shook her head at him. Sokka wasn't helping much, but he was trying to, she supposed. "Whether you say that or not, Sokka, it's how I feel." There was a long pause where she thought about what she could do now. Oh yeah. Sleep forever and then wake up. Well. It was the best idea she had right now. "I shouldn't have done it all, that is the problem..." But he was right. She could've handled it better, whether it happened or not. Sokka just seemed to be right about everything tonight. That was frustrating. "Yes, we.. fight a lot. God, I hope that's the case..."
Maybe it was how she felt, but it didn’t mean it was a fact. Sokka frowned but otherwise kept it to himself, seeing it was useless to press the point. This wasn’t about raising her self-esteem, right then; it was just about getting her home safely… and making sure she didn’t beat herself up too badly over everything that happened.
Seemed like he was only managing to do one of those things right, and they weren’t even there yet.
The barracks were looming closer, and he wished it was a longer walk - but then he realized if it had been, what else could he have done? Have offered her, in the way of emotional support? Zip. Zilch. Nada. Why did Katara have to get all the touchy-feely skills in the family?!
“If you ask me, it’s just that,” he finally decides, nodding in what was meant to be a reassuring manner at her. “And the drinks probably didn’t help.” He pauses to guide her around a pothole he nearly didn’t see and almost tripped over in the dark, before adding, “…Are you going to be okay, for tonight…?”