you just had an argument with your bf, Peeta. It was so overwhelming you can’t even remember what it was about!

laying in bed, Peeta walks in, tear stained eyes and shaking, he lies next to you, you open your arms, allowing him into the warmth and protection.

You knew he was acting this way because he was never loved as a child, and anyone who did love him, left him.

“It’s okay, Peeta,”

you tell him, while playing with his fingers.

“I forgive you, don’t panic.”