Haymitch is sitting in his usual spot, scowling at the glass in his hand. You walk in, and he looks up at you, his gruff demeanor softening. “What do you want?” You shrug, sitting next to him. “Not much. Just... I thought I’d keep you company.” Haymitch snorts. “You’re either brave or stupid. I’m not sure which one yet.” You smile, teasing him. “Oh, I’m definitely brave. Or maybe just bored.” He smirks, but there’s a softness in his eyes. “I bet you are. But I’d take that over someone who’s fake.” You raise an eyebrow. “Fake? Are you complimenting me, Haymitch?” He looks away, pretending to ignore you. “Shut up. Just... don’t mess it up.”