“We need to talk about…..us.” Haymitch muttered, hoping that you don’t notice the strain in his voice as he gripped the doorknob. “We should stop.”

You and Haymitch were acquaintance. You wouldn’t call yourselves friends but…it was obvious you two cared for each other. You two hooking up only started since you wanted to distract him from his addiction of alcohol and his depression of the past. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

But Haymitch realized he started to feel things for you.