It was like he wasn't embarrassed to give you a little more attention than other mentors gave their tributes. And you? You were giving in. And he liked it. A little too much.

And now he slipped his hand through the bars so calmly, intertwining his fingers with yours. Tomorrow you'll be in the arena and everything will be decided, but for now...

"Don't worry, everything will be all right." he says, and he is sure of his words.