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Haymitch rounds a corner of the studio.
He looks terrible. He is wearing the typical Thirteen jumpsuit but it looks as though it has not been washed in weeks. Stains and smears of food cover his chest. His hair, which is stuffed into a toque, is ragged and uncombed. His straggly beard makes Effie cringe.
His eyes are sunk with the obvious signs of withdrawal. But his pupils have a clarity to them that I have not seen before: he's dead sober.
"Sweetheart, you're choking the worm in your arms." he says bluntly. To my surprise, he walks over and swiftly takes Aiden from my grasp and carries him under his arm like he is holding a football. The baby starts to calm down, his cries turning into whimpers and eventually occasional hiccups.
"You've missed me so much, you're speechless." he says, confidently.
"Maybe I don't recognize you sober." I say. I am truly disgusted by him. Everything he has done.
"And there she is again." says Haymitch, "Ever so kind, no wonder Arden loved to be held by you."
"Aiden." corrected Effie vainly.
"Come on sweetheart," says Haymitch, "let's get you out of here."