Coriolanus had come to see you in District Twelve. Just you.

You had told him you still had one foot in the arena after you almost attacked him with your guitar.

And of course, he had to reassure you.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now.” He says quietly as he cups the sides of your face with his hand and slowly nods his head at you now.

Then, it happens. He kisses you.

Not that you were really complaining.