You had the night shift and Peeta was restless. Ever since he's been back from the Capitol, he seems to hate you. "Your favorite color is green. Is that real." he says full of hate.

You pause. "Yeah. That's real. Yours is orange." you begin. He wants to interrupt but you continue in a calm whisper. "Not a bright orange. A sunset orange. You're a painter. You're a baker. You always sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. You always double-knot your shoelaces."