Peeta tenses when she moves near, some part of his instincts kicking into gear and flooding his system with adrenaline. The primal part of him brought forth by the trackerjackers and strategic conditioning scream that she's a threat and his mind races to settle the nerves all at once. His hands move up defensively, palms out toward her and fingers splayed, encouraging her to stay back.
"It's a small scratch. I'll be fine." A shallow but long laceration, actually. Courtesy of Haymitch, who was drunk or having a nightmare. Probably both. It's Peeta's own fault for trying to wake him with a knife nearby. Haymitch already feels badly enough about it as it is, however, and Peeta has no interest in making him feel any worse by getting an earful from Katniss.
With conscious effort, he lowers his hands. He's still tense, but the brief flash of panic across his features has been suppressed and he's clearly in control again.
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Date: 2014-11-24 06:19 am (UTC)"It's a small scratch. I'll be fine." A shallow but long laceration, actually. Courtesy of Haymitch, who was drunk or having a nightmare. Probably both. It's Peeta's own fault for trying to wake him with a knife nearby. Haymitch already feels badly enough about it as it is, however, and Peeta has no interest in making him feel any worse by getting an earful from Katniss.
With conscious effort, he lowers his hands. He's still tense, but the brief flash of panic across his features has been suppressed and he's clearly in control again.