"I've been waiting for you to say that." Peeta smiles at her, joking, trying to be the boy with the bread again. His eyes soften to give her the same look he used to when keeping her company on the train, full of a deep understanding between them that no one else, aside from maybe Haymitch, will ever comprehend.
But he does as he's told, fingers curling around the bottom of his shirt and sliding it up to his chest to give her plenty of room. Peeta turns slightly to give her full access to the laceration, which begins in front but extends partially onto his sides near where his left kidney is. Right now, the wound is sloppily covered in bandages that are near bleeding through.
He watches her closely, smiling, finding some comfort in the memory of how awkward she is about sexuality. Johanna on the elevator, stripping out of her costume. Before her screams were his constant companion in the Capital.
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Date: 2014-12-01 04:32 am (UTC)But he does as he's told, fingers curling around the bottom of his shirt and sliding it up to his chest to give her plenty of room. Peeta turns slightly to give her full access to the laceration, which begins in front but extends partially onto his sides near where his left kidney is. Right now, the wound is sloppily covered in bandages that are near bleeding through.
He watches her closely, smiling, finding some comfort in the memory of how awkward she is about sexuality. Johanna on the elevator, stripping out of her costume. Before her screams were his constant companion in the Capital.