Peeta hesitates only a second before following her, closing the door gently behind him. He moves with her down the hall, keeping a short distance between them for safety. That's how it is now. His hands fall from his pockets, feeling more at ease, in spite of the building anxiety at the idea of letting her take care of him yet again. He's a burden, he knows. It's why he told her to kill him in the Capitol. But she wouldn't.
"I made it for you," he replies softly. It's a gift. Symbolic. Peeta wants her to have something of her own instead of always inserting himself into her life.
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Date: 2014-11-24 07:39 am (UTC)"I made it for you," he replies softly. It's a gift. Symbolic. Peeta wants her to have something of her own instead of always inserting himself into her life.