I think I was crying.

All I remember is slapping Gale, him hugging me and then falling asleep.

So I think I was crying.

In the morning he barely looks at me.

But I can't say I blame him, I can barely look at him either.

"Soo, you two-"

"Cram it, Effie."

We all turn to Haymitch, who's glaring and is probably nursing a hungover.

Gale raised an eyebrow, before picking up Haymitch's cup.

"Hey!"

"For a guy nursing a hangover, you sure are drinking a lot of beer."
Haymitch pouted and laid his head on the table.

"Sorry dad, just trying to help."
Haymitch chuckled.

"It's alright son, honest mistake."
Gale laughed with him.

So he was playing nice.

Good for him.

"Oh! Katniss, Gale, guess what?!"

Leave it to Effie to say something off topic.

"What?"
"Hehe! You two have to pretend to be in love!"
Gale looked in my eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I don't know about Katniss, but I won't be pretending."
I don't think I will either.