The accommodations weren't only balanced on paper. Four people, two houses, therefore two people to each house. But beyond that Peeta and Katniss continued the balance they'd grown accustomed to. It helped them heal. Peeta and Katniss took care of each other. They always had and continuing to do so gave them stability and familiarity. At the end of the day looking out for each other was the most unnatural unchanged aspect of their lives in the last years. But that wasn't the case for everyone . . .
Haymitch and Effie were living in the Victor's Village as well. But when it came to their relationship the resounding truth was that Effie took care of Haymitch. Period. Sure Haymitch wasn't utterly useless but being drunk the majority of the time did render him needing to be cared for. For many years Effie fulfilled that role as caretaker not year-round but when he needed to be cared for the most, the games and the tour. Effie was giving by nature. And considering Effie fell in love with Haymitch at first sight only added to her affection when caring for him.
Wake him up in the mornings, prompt him to bathe and change, make sure he gets liquor and food, make sure he keeps with the scheduling, keep him from murdering any Capitol citizens, keep him in line, be there for him after he outbursts, no matter how cruel or aloof he may seem, love him even if he may never reciprocate the feelings as strongly.
She may not have admitted it to anyone but she didn't think she could cope with the downsides of being involved in the Games if she didn't have Haymitch to distract her from falling apart herself. But now the tables had turned completely.
Wake her up gently no later than ten, she loves her sleep but she can't sleep all day it's depressing, lay with her for as long as it takes for her to squeeze your hand and let you know she's ready she's as okay as she'll be, bring her breakfast in bed if you can't convince her it's safe to go downstairs, maybe bring her a tulip, let her know there's still a world out there, hold her some more, force her to take her medication, apologize, help her bathe, try not to let your linger stare even though you can't help it, she's still a thing of beauty, sit with her, maybe read, help her over to Peeta and Katniss' even for a short while, eat lunch preferably with a slice of Peeta's cake, she needed to continue gaining weight she had come back from the Capitol so malnourished, sit with her again this time watching the geese, evening tea, tell her some long forgotten story of your childhood if only to her smile, even if the smile didn't reach her eyes, force her to eat something for dinner, her medicine usually made her nauseous at this time of day, help her upstairs, make sure she's bundled up and warm, lay with her until she finally falls asleep, kiss her forehead, get up to sleep on the armchair beside the bed, no sense in going into the next room, she woke up screaming and horrified at least twice a night, it use to be a lot more, that gave him hope, she would get better he'd see to it.
If you thought about it Haymitch and Effie's accommodations were balanced too. Not like Peeta and Katniss'. Not so evenly. But balanced in a sense that Haymitch was paying Effie back for everything she'd done for him. She was the small ray of happiness in his life. He would have killed himself for sure several games back if she didn't come into his life when she did. Once she got healthier and stronger he'd tell her everything he'd thought too soft and weak to be exposing while innocent kids were dying. Things like love didn't seem too important to him.
But when, not if, she got better he'd tell her everything starting with "I love you."