Peeta nods in acknowledgment of Sunshine's apology, and walks around the bar to finally join her in the kitchen.
"Katniss and me - it was complicated." He is excellent at understatements. "We had started to build something real, though, whether because we kept having to pretend or because of what we went through together."
He stops at the sink to give his hands a good wash. "She wasn't indifferent to me, anyway," he says, that half sad, half self-deprecating smile back on his face.
Hands clean and dry, he turns to survey the spread Sunshine has collected. He knows about distracting yourself, too (Sunshine's earlier loss to cleaning stands explained), and figures they might both like the distraction of baking right about now. "So, muffins. What wisdom do you have for me?"
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"Katniss and me - it was complicated." He is excellent at understatements. "We had started to build something real, though, whether because we kept having to pretend or because of what we went through together."
He stops at the sink to give his hands a good wash. "She wasn't indifferent to me, anyway," he says, that half sad, half self-deprecating smile back on his face.
Hands clean and dry, he turns to survey the spread Sunshine has collected. He knows about distracting yourself, too (Sunshine's earlier loss to cleaning stands explained), and figures they might both like the distraction of baking right about now. "So, muffins. What wisdom do you have for me?"