"Can I help you?" I ask bitterly. Peeta intervenes before Haymitch can make a remark.

"Dinner is served." He says placing the cheese buns in reach of me. I don't say anything. All I can think about is the last dinner the three of us really had together. It was before our second games, it was the last time things were normal; well as normal as anything ever was between us. I focus on the kitchen wall, trying to forget. Haymitch and Peeta are having nice conversation though. I tune most of it out, so focused on the wall. I don't even notice the conversation has stopped until I hear my name. Peeta has to call my name a few times to get my attention.

I ask "what?" Haymitch starts laughing. Peeta chuckles but tells me what I missed.

"Haymitch asked if we were living together permanently."

"You usually respond immediately to that kind of thing, something wrong Mockingjay?"

"No, nothing is wrong" I say picking at my third cheese bun.

Peeta looks at me concerned, but doesn't pursue the question of whether there truly is anything wrong. Dinner finishes up, Peeta clears the table and Haymitch turns on the television in the other room. I creep over to the box with all my new medications. I try to be discrete, and not to worry Peeta, but he notices. He keeps the faucet running so Haymitch doesn't hear.

"Katniss?" his voice is so soft.

"I'm fine. Really." I tell him as I ingest the pink and white pills. He sighs and pulls me into a hug. I return it.

"We can talk about this later." I groan, but I don't argue. I go into the other room to sit beside Haymitch while Peeta finishes the dishes. Haymitch starts questioning me.

"So sweetheart, are you living together?" I shrug in response. I don't even know if we are. He starts to have a real conversation with me.

"You look a lot better. A lot better then you did when we first came back. So does he."

"And you still look like hell." I try joking with him but he gives me a stern look.

"Some people deal better after trauma." He gestures to the whiskey in his glass. "I am not one of them." I let out a small laugh. The sound of a glass breaking stops us in our conversation.

"Peeta?" I say loudly, but there is no response. Haymitch and I both go running into the kitchen. Peeta is there, a tea cup on the floor- broken to pieces. I'm not worried about that, but I am worried about the boy with the bread. Haymitch walks closer to him, his right arm out in a defensive stance- protecting me. He tells him.

"Peeta. It's Haymitch and Katniss." Peeta doesn't move his hands are clenched in fists.

"Peeta." I say. "Your name is Peeta Mellark. You are from district twelve. You are a baker. You survived two hunger games, a war, and a capitol hijacking. Whatever you are seeing isn't real. This is Katniss Everdeen. I'm from district twelve. We were allies in both games, and protected each other. We were lovers, allies. We are now friends. We live together now in district twelve. Everything is okay." I say, it's the only thing I can think to say. The monologue seems to have worked. His fists un-clench and his eyes blink. "Katniss?" He asks lightly.

"Yes, Peeta it's me." I say just as softly. I tell Haymitch to get the pill bottles from the box. He brings them to me; I administer one white, one pink, and one green to him. Haymitch seems amazed that I am able to get through to him-even during a flashback. The two of us help him upstairs to my bedroom and lay him down. We leave him there alone, and go downstairs to finish our visit.

"It's shocking how you aren't afraid that he will strangle you again" he says.

"Because I know he won't. He won't hurt me. At least I don't think he will" I tell him.

"You have to be careful sweetheart. That boy is still a danger." I shrug and hear a thud from upstairs. Haymitch gestures for me to go upstairs and investigate. I grab a pillow from the closet and hand it to Haymitch.

"Just in case- you can stay here tonight." I walk into my room to find Peeta on the floor, sweating terribly.

"Peeta?"

"Katniss?"

"Yes."

"I need a blue pill." I nod and pull one from my pocket. His shirt is soaked once again. I help him take it off, and help remove his prosthetic leg. I flinch a little, but don't let it bother me. After changing into a nightshirt, and pair of cozy pants I curl up into bed with him. He's sound asleep, but I hear him mutter something. I lean in closer.

"I love you Katniss" He says in his sleep.

I smirk a little and lay my head back down on my own pillow. I don't know why he said it. I try not to think about it, he was unconscious. My eyes are studying his face, but my eyelids are falling tired. Pretty soon I am out.