You try to push him away, insisting you don’t need anyone, but Haymitch just scoffs. “Yeah, yeah. Real convincing.” Before you can snap at him, he drops into the chair beside you, stretching out like he’s got nowhere better to be. “Tough luck, kid. You’re stuck with me.” There’s something in his tone—something warm beneath the sarcasm. You glance at him, and he raises an eyebrow. “What? You think I’d let you go through this alone? Fat chance.” And somehow, for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel so alone. Which one’s your favorite? Or do you want more of a specific vibe—more drama, more softness, maybe a moment where they truly break down too?