"Katniss?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily. "What are you doing here?"
"I woke up from a nightmare and couldn't fall back asleep." She whispered, hoping her voice didn't betray her.
"I'm sorry." He said carefully. He sounded so removed it took her by surprise.
"Do you get them?"
"Of course I do." He answered gruffly, turning over on his side facing away from her. She didn't miss his streaked cheeks.
"What happens?"
"I wake up. I paint. I bake. I try to forget and I cry. A lot." He responded almost angrily. It scared her. She reached out and touched his arm, pulling back when he flinched and moved away.
"I'm sorry, Peeta." She whispered. His shoulders started to shake.
"You broke my heart." He tells her plainly, his voice cracking and his sobs cutting off the last word. Tears started rolling down Katniss's cheeks as well.
"I'm sorry, Peeta." She said again, trying once more to touch his arm.
"I don't need your pity! I have enough of my own!" He shouted, sitting up and startling her. "I don't want you to fake it! That makes it so much worse." His voice was nearly inaudible again as he buried his face in his hands. She nodded, reaching out with her palm up.
"I'm not faking this. Not anymore." She assured him, keeping her hand out until he took it. She squeezed it and he held hers close to his chest, to where his heart was beating heavily and curled himself around it.
"Why can nobody love me." He asked himself, so quietly she barely heard him.
"You made the whole world love you. You're everyone's favorite tribute."
"They don't matter. You don't love me."