You were having a shitty day. You tripped more times than you could count, heard some people whispering about you as you walked through town, and just felt like shit. You wanted the ground to swallow you up whole the entire day, and Peeta noticed this.

He was an observant man indeed. He saw the way you slumped when you sat down, the way you were more distant today. So, he tried to help, but you brushed him off like it was nothing. He was persistent, though.

So, here you were, curled up beside him. There was comfortable silence besides for soft breathing and your occasional sniffling. You sighed softly against him, your mood lifting my the minute. Damn, how was he so good at this? You thought.