( her face is wet, with tears, she thinks, and ducks her face to wipe on his shoulder briefly while he speaks. maybe part of the friction is supposed to be comforting too, look i'm not dead i'm not hurt i'm right here, but mostly it's just so he doesn't see her cry. though the way her voice cracks when she tries to speak again is sort of a dead give away too.
where were you, what happened... well, peeta, let her tell you — )
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where were you, what happened... well, peeta, let her tell you — )
Haymitch lied.