Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. "Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.

Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?" "Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.

Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.

That what?" "That I knew i misjudged you. That you love him. I'm not saying In what way. Maybe you don't know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him," he says gently.

The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that…I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then…I guess it’s Katniss’ problem. Who to choose…Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.

Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying

Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.