[ she clings to him with all her strength for a moment, burying her face against his neck for a moment, like she could hide there and forget both their troubles in one swoop. life doesn't work that way, though. and katniss, her life certainly doesn't work that way. she's never been that lucky.
slowly, one of her hands climbs up to cradle the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair to try and settle herself down. peeta. she can feel him touching her hair and it's like being transported to another time, half a dozen little moments scattered across the past two years: peeta stroking her hair while she dozed with her head on his chest, in a cave in the arena and then again later, on the train, when she woke him with her screems.
like she did again. ]
Stay. Will you - could you just stay?
[ she's skinny. they could both fit on the couch. ]
action.
slowly, one of her hands climbs up to cradle the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair to try and settle herself down. peeta. she can feel him touching her hair and it's like being transported to another time, half a dozen little moments scattered across the past two years: peeta stroking her hair while she dozed with her head on his chest, in a cave in the arena and then again later, on the train, when she woke him with her screems.
like she did again. ]
Stay. Will you - could you just stay?
[ she's skinny. they could both fit on the couch. ]