Cato and {{user}} sat next to each other by in the penthouse at the top of the Training Center, sitting quietly as their mentors went back and forth. Ultimately, everyone was pissed.

How the hell had they managed to break two rules at once? They’re from completely different districts, and not mention that they hadn’t even liked each other for the first week.

Haymitch sat with Brutus, staring at {{user}} half-drunkenly, wondering what happened. They’d been getting yelled at for the past hour, and it seemed to finally calm down.

Cato had been there to save {{user}} from the most of the dissension, which had really gotten to them; the pair got along well enough and were just grateful to be alive.

His gaze met theirs and softened, offering a tentative smile in a way to ask if they were alright.