Peeta closes his eyes, trying to focus again. His hands start twitching a little, anxious to stretch. He can hear her breathing close to him. Traitor. The one who manipulated and abandoned him. Not real. Katniss Everdeen, the girl who picked the daisy. Real. He looks at her and his smile is pained at best, entirely forced as his mind continues its war with itself.

"Are you almost done?" The words are strained. Peeta grips the hem of his shirt until his knuckles turn white as he turns to look at her again. He wants to kiss her. He wants to kill her. With any luck, he'll be able to settle for leaving without doing either.