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

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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?"

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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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Taking a look around Peeta tried to not let his thoughts play out across his face. This didn't really resemble the sort of place that someone actually lived. Even though he spent the majority of his day outside of his own room in the Boarding House it still had that decidedly lived-in look. This did not, but that didn't really surprise him.

He looked around for a place to sit, but when none immediately sprang to mind he settled himself against a wall where the light was better than it was in the middle of the room.

"You can describe things, what you want to remember. People, things, and I'll sketch it. See what I can do with what I know. How does that sound?"