He flinches at her words, though its timing is conveniently aligned with a new wave of stinging antibiotic and Peeta's happy to pretend it's the surprise of the pain and not her lack of faith in him which caused it. The baker's eyes dart away to some irrelevant detail in the room, a blue flower in a vase that's long since dead.
"Thanks for the confidence." The words slip out because he forgets to focus. They're bitter, laced with disgust and resentment and a million other things he feels for her at any given moment and usually keeps under tighter control.
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Date: 2014-12-01 06:20 am (UTC)"Thanks for the confidence." The words slip out because he forgets to focus. They're bitter, laced with disgust and resentment and a million other things he feels for her at any given moment and usually keeps under tighter control.