"Yeah," he replies a little too quickly, then grimaces at the speed. It's obvious that the bread is fresh and that he baked it. He feels no need to specify that. The rest is from Effie. She'll understand. He knows Katniss. Knows how she thinks. That's why they were so good together. So in love. Real or not real.
"I don't want to keep you." Peeta lifts his head to its proper height and gives her a smile. A flash of brilliance, the kind he uses for the Capitol and interviews. The kind that are sincere in what he's hoping to express but never quite reach his eyes. "Take care, Katniss."
With that, he turns to depart. He can't help the flinch and grimace as he aggravates the wound in his side. It's something he was hoping to hide from her. The last thing Katniss needs is another reason to worry about him. He was supposed to be the one protecting her and worrying about her, not the other way around. In the hopes she hasn't noticed, he begins down the steps without a word on the matter.
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Date: 2014-11-24 05:49 am (UTC)"I don't want to keep you." Peeta lifts his head to its proper height and gives her a smile. A flash of brilliance, the kind he uses for the Capitol and interviews. The kind that are sincere in what he's hoping to express but never quite reach his eyes. "Take care, Katniss."
With that, he turns to depart. He can't help the flinch and grimace as he aggravates the wound in his side. It's something he was hoping to hide from her. The last thing Katniss needs is another reason to worry about him. He was supposed to be the one protecting her and worrying about her, not the other way around. In the hopes she hasn't noticed, he begins down the steps without a word on the matter.