He waits impatiently for the answer, feeling the irritation rise with the time it takes her. The boy with the bread, the one with infinite patience who always knew the right thing to say is gone. That knowledge upsets him more than his lack of patience. But he waits, silent, unmoving, the only sign of his impatience in the way his hands dig into his pockets. His fingers retrace the rope unseen.
His hands relax the minute she answers and he nods slowly. Peeta remembers what Haymitch's promises can mean sometimes. How they aren't really promises at all. So he relaxes a noticeable degree and nods again. "You can look if you want."
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Date: 2014-11-24 07:16 am (UTC)His hands relax the minute she answers and he nods slowly. Peeta remembers what Haymitch's promises can mean sometimes. How they aren't really promises at all. So he relaxes a noticeable degree and nods again. "You can look if you want."