They'll keep each other's secrets. Not as a measure of leverage or blackmail or anything of the sort, but out of mutual understanding. They both have secrets in their lives and to both of them, those secrets are vital to maintain to protect those they love. Sometimes she thinks that might have been the basis of their friendship. Not savior complexes or misplaced sympathy, but understanding.
She thinks that there's a need for comparison. Then again, she's spent the past two years being compared to the other top fighters, determined to stay on top so she'd make it out of the next fight alive. Katniss can't help it. Especially when she considers everything he can do. With the proper training, she's certain he'd be as good with a bow as she is.
She hopes that they'll survive. That given a year from now, they'll both be alive and in this bed to celebrate an anniversary of something that Katniss suspects ought to have been impossible. But more than that, she hopes it'll become something more than survival. Katniss has done far too much surviving lately.
No, he shouldn't move. And when he does, propping his body up on an elbow, she can't help but murmur her disappointment. It feels cold in the room now that his body isn't covering her. She frowns, wanting to reach for him but hesitating. He had pulled away for a reason and what if it's not just out of fear? She hugs herself instead, turning on her side to look at him and curling her legs into her body. It makes her angry. Hurt. Sad. She hates herself for saying anything. The moment is ruined, isn't it?
"Don't worry," she mutters, forcing herself to look at him even though she wants to to look anywhere but at the moment. Not that it'd matter. He's probably picked up on her reaction already. "Don't apologize. I wanted you to get carried away. I'm on the pill. Pregnant kids can't fight and not all of my... Not all of them were as thoughtful as you. If you can't fight, you don't survive. As soon as I had the money, I started."
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She thinks that there's a need for comparison. Then again, she's spent the past two years being compared to the other top fighters, determined to stay on top so she'd make it out of the next fight alive. Katniss can't help it. Especially when she considers everything he can do. With the proper training, she's certain he'd be as good with a bow as she is.
She hopes that they'll survive. That given a year from now, they'll both be alive and in this bed to celebrate an anniversary of something that Katniss suspects ought to have been impossible. But more than that, she hopes it'll become something more than survival. Katniss has done far too much surviving lately.
No, he shouldn't move. And when he does, propping his body up on an elbow, she can't help but murmur her disappointment. It feels cold in the room now that his body isn't covering her. She frowns, wanting to reach for him but hesitating. He had pulled away for a reason and what if it's not just out of fear? She hugs herself instead, turning on her side to look at him and curling her legs into her body. It makes her angry. Hurt. Sad. She hates herself for saying anything. The moment is ruined, isn't it?
"Don't worry," she mutters, forcing herself to look at him even though she wants to to look anywhere but at the moment. Not that it'd matter. He's probably picked up on her reaction already. "Don't apologize. I wanted you to get carried away. I'm on the pill. Pregnant kids can't fight and not all of my... Not all of them were as thoughtful as you. If you can't fight, you don't survive. As soon as I had the money, I started."