"Hi Katniss." I look up and see Peeta staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face. Mine remains blank.
"Hey." Haymitch nudges me in the ribs and I twist my lips into what I hope looks vaguely like a smile. Then I turn to scowl at Haymitch.
"How are you, boy?" He asks gruffly.
"I've been better." It's certainly true, but not just for Peeta, all of us are wounded from the war. My mind flashed to Prim and I quickly start talking to distract myself. Talking about geese and cats and paintbrushes and who knows what. Peeta knows I'm not okay, judging by his face.
"I have a loaf in the oven, should be ready in a minute, so I'll head inside. Would you two care to join me for dinner?" Haymitch enthusiastically agrees for the both of us, and knowing him, he probably hasn't eaten real food in a few days.
After Peeta went back inside, Haymitch sighed and glanced over at me.
"Boy's strong. He just conquered something nobody else has been able to."
"What do you mean?"
"He's back, did you see how he looked at you? He wasn't confused at all."
"You mean he loves me again."
"Yeah. You're the luckiest girl on the planet, sweetheart. Even if you don't see it."
"Yeah I guess losing my sister and being deserted by my mother and my best friend at the same time puts me high on the list." He pursed his lips and shook his head but stayed quiet until we got to my house. Haynitch grumbled for me to "change into something nice." I haven't decided if he meant my clothes or my personality.