katniss | and there were dirigibles (we were happier then)

No matter how strange and somewhat awkward things got between himself and Katniss, Peeta still couldn't help but worry about her. She had been through a rough time and even though they've been here for over a year, their lives hadn't been made up of the sorts of things that could be so easily recovered from. Just because he had told her that he didn't want to hear about the terrible things that had happened to him, to the mess that he apparently become didn't mean that he didn't care about her. It was uncomfortable, but that wasn't likely to change.

With a sketch book under his arm and a couple of pencils tucked behind each of his ears, he took off in search of Katniss' hut. He wasn't certain where he would find her, but he hoped that she would stay in one place long enough for him to find her. He was glad that she didn't live all the way out in the middle of nowhere like she could, but it still took some time to get there.

Standing outside her hut, he took a deep breath wondering why he felt a twinge of nervousness. It was probably just a side-effect of the mess of their lives. Knocking on her door, he stepped back.

"Katniss? Are you home?"