The room's a mess, in that strange, unlived-in way that neglected homes begin to get when the curtains haven't been drawn in days and a fine layer of dust has settled over absolutely everything. It hardly mattered when she was using it for a few hours each night and then leaving, but now it feels like evidence of something all too telling.
Fine. Whatever. Trying to change it now would only look worse. Though she does draw the blinds open because it's so dark that she can't see his face. "It's a good idea," Katniss nods, and sits cross legged on her bed for lack of any other furniture in her room at all. "How...do you want to do this?"
It'd be easier if Peeta knew about Finnick, and District 13, and Boggs. What she tells him has to be carefully censored, because he's already told her that he didn't want to know. There was no chance of letting something slip like last time.
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Fine. Whatever. Trying to change it now would only look worse. Though she does draw the blinds open because it's so dark that she can't see his face. "It's a good idea," Katniss nods, and sits cross legged on her bed for lack of any other furniture in her room at all. "How...do you want to do this?"
It'd be easier if Peeta knew about Finnick, and District 13, and Boggs. What she tells him has to be carefully censored, because he's already told her that he didn't want to know. There was no chance of letting something slip like last time.