Peeta manages not to cringe at the sound of Daine's voice, more because the ridiculous twinge of relief he feels at hearing it temporarily drowns out his embarrassment than anything else. The embarrassment swiftly reasserts its control, though, and his pivot back to face her is slightly slower than it might otherwise have been as he mentally scrambles to come up with an excuse for his late-night intrusion.

The details of his nightmare are fading rapidly into a confused amalgam of images and sensations that he can't confidently separate into dream versus reality. And while the emotions the dream dredged up are settling again, they are doing so at a slower pace. As a result, there is a hint of that same relief in his eyes when he looks at Daine, overshadowed as it is by a sheen of awkwardness and guilt as he takes in her sleepy state.

"N-nothing," he replies, clearing his own throat with a mild cough that sounds overly loud in the quiet corridor. "Everything's fine." He catches Sarge peering at him from Daine's side and would swear from the dog's expression that he knows Peeta's a liar. "I'm sorry I woke you," he continues, returning his gaze to Daine's. "I... couldn't sleep and thought I'd walk around for a while."

It sounds like a lame excuse to his ears - what, did he come to wake Daine up so she could walk with him? - but it's the best he could come up with on short notice. He starts to shove his hands in his pockets, only to remember that his pajama bottoms don't have any.