Aang wasn't sure when he started crying. He wasn't sure when his friends joined him on the balcony, either. But when they all wrapped their arms around him in a massive, ridiculous, everything-he-could-have-ever-wanted group hug... They were Aang's present. His friends grounded him, keeping him in the now. And yet, if he opened his eyes? Aang suspected he would fly. (A collection of ficlets written for Aang Week 2021, hosted by @ aangweek on Tumblr.)