Despite the somber turn of events, Peeta and Katniss left the apartment the same way Peeta had come in. Laughing. Only this time, Katniss had an umbrella.

After she locked the door and they walked down the one flight of stairs, Katniss unhooked the umbrella from where she had put it over her forearm, only to have Peeta put his hand on it. She looked at him questioningly.

He pointed up to the sky with his other hand. "Look."

Following the invisible line between the tip of his finger and the sky, Katniss softly gasped when she saw a rainbow against the dark grey storm clouds. The rain had stopped, but you could still smell it in the breeze, thunder rolling in the distance, and lightning still in the clouds making the rainbow even more magnificent.

"Now I know what Pocahontas really meant," Katniss mumbled.

"What?" Peeta seemed intrigued.

"'Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?'" She took a deep breath as a small gust of wind came by, closing her eyes, and enjoying the smell of rain. Of being washed clean. Fresh.

"She was right."

Katniss opened her eyes and looked back to Peeta, that infuriating smile once again on his face. "What do you mean?"

"Your sister. Her name for you. Hope. It radiates from you."

Katniss smiled. "All because I quoted Disney?"

"All because…. Because you have no idea the effect you can have."

Katniss dug the toe of her boots into the grass beneath her, dug her hands deep into her coat pockets, and ducked her face into her scarf to hide her blush. "I see someone else living up to their sign name, Mr. Water."

She laughed when Peeta mimicked her in a ridiculous voice.

Peeta pointed back up to the sky. "Look! Your favorite color!"

Katniss pointed as well. "Look! Your favorite color!"

They both laughed when suddenly a loud clap of thunder boomed, Katniss startling, and finding herself once again wrapped up in Peeta's arms. She looked back up just in time to see lightning behind the rainbow. "You see that electric blue?"

"Yeah," Peeta's voice was so close and soft she wasn't sure if she was shivering from just the cold anymore.

She looked back to see him looking right at her. "That's the color of your eyes."

"You see the color of the clouds?" He didn't miss a beat.

"Yeah," Katniss voice was softer than intended.

"That's the color of your eyes."

They were nose to nose now, staring each other in the eye. Katniss snorted.

"What?" Peeta chuckled, pulling away a little to see her face.

"You looked like you only had one eye. Sorry. I'm very mature for my age, really, I swear."

"You see that color?" He asked.

She looked up again. "Which one."

"Violet."

"Yes, I see purple, Mr. Water."

"That's the color of your laugh."

"My snort is the color of Barney?"

Peeta let go of her and backed away, his head thrown back and hands to his stomach as he laughed. "You are right. Very mature."

Katniss stuck her tongue out at him. To which he did it right back.

"Come on. I've got to get you to their place before it starts to pour again."

"You're right. This is no place for a girl on fire."

"But the perfect place to be thrown burnt bread."

They both chuckled at the references that started this whole day.

"You know," Peeta started once they were in the car, "I feel like I've known you forever."

"Yeah. I know. It's… Odd."

"Well, may the odds be ever in your favor."

"The odds are never in our favor."

He smiled. "Well, just stay alive." He laughed as Katniss moaned at the reference.

"Perhaps we knew each other in another lifetime," he mused as he backed the car out of the spot.

"Maybe. But I know I could live a hundred lifetimes and still not deserve someone like you. Even as a friend."

"So we're friends now?" He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, smiling again. "It's official?"

"Just don't go updating your social media status."

He chuckled. "Okay."

He turned a few corners, went over a few speed bumps then asked, "If you are the girl on fire, then who am I from the series?"

Katniss knew what she wanted to say. It was a reference she had had in her mind from the moment he called her Mockingjay. But she needed Annie's help first. "That's a discussion for another time."

They pulled up into a spot in the building across from hers. "Why are we back here? Why are we stopping here?"

"Good friends are closer than you think."

"Yeah, 25 feet to be exact." Katniss scoffed. They were in building 4, or "district 4" as the complex called it. And she lived in 12. Somehow, through poor grounds planning, or fate, they were directly across from each other.

Peeta turned the ignition off. "We're not the only one's who live in Victor's Village, you know."

"Victor's Villas," she corrected him.

"Oh, I know."

"References?"

"References." His smile was smug.

"I hate you sometimes."

"In the whole less than twenty four hours we have spoken?" He was taunting now.

"Just, stay with me, please? Like, don't abandon me with Annie while you and Finnick go to the man cave or something. I need your help signing."

"Nah. You don't need me."

"I do. I do need you."

The thunder rolled in the distance again. "Please stay with me."

Peeta once again had that look that he had had right after finding out about Prim. Genuine. Genuinely happy. "Always."