For the most part, I was left alone with my thoughts on the roof, feeding Emmie, whom had long since quieted down since I gave her her bottle, while waiting for Effie. I had a feeling about what she was doing, and quite frankly, I wasn't sure how I felt about it.
And once Effie came through the door, my deep gut feeling was confirmed. "Really Effie. Are you trying to get him into trouble?" I asked, once the door was closed, putting the empty bottle down and sticking a pacifier in Emmie's mouth.
Effie shook her head. "He won't, I'll make sure of that. I know you must've not seen him in a while." She handed Darius a dry erase board and went to go look at flowers on the roof.
He started to write something, but I knew him, and I had a feeling of what he was trying to say. "Let me guess, it's about whether or not I forgive you?" I asked and he nodded.
"There's nothing to forgive Darius. I never blamed you. Not for a second." He looked down then. I sighed and put the sleeping baby in her car seat and covered her up.
"You could've been more professional about it, yes, but what they did was an overkill." I told him quietly, but he could still hear me, as he nodded and came to sit beside me before writing something else.
'What now?' he showed me and I shrugged.
"I have no idea." I sighed. "This revolution is coming whether we want it or not. Haymitch suspects that we'll be needing to head to District 13 as soon as the games start, but I cannot raise our daughter without you." I said, turning my eyes to his.
Silently, he put the dry erase board aside and wrapped his arms around me. He wasn't as strong as I remembered (as he was half a foot taller than me), but the embrace still brought me comfort, and I was content for this brief moment, as they say, actions speak louder than words.