This was insane. How did Peeta of all people end up here?

Peeta glances down at the outfit Cinna had designed for him, he had to admit synthetic flames were seriously cool. Cinna had designed matching outfits for the two of you. He turns to look at you, trying to get a read on your expression as the two of you ride together on a chariot into the Capitol for the opening ceremony. The Tribute Parade. The literal parade before the two of you were thrown into the Hunger games along with the other district selections.

Gee, thanks. So honored.

If District Twelve had a chance, it would be because of you. Not him.

He watches your gaze flicker around the crowd of people on either side of the chariot as the two of you were driven forward. You looked tense. How could you not?

Peeta remembers something Cinna had told the two of you beforehand.

"Hold hands. It gives them something to think about."

Peeta knew that Cinna intended for the gesture to create an image of unity. Defiance even. It would also help them stand out amongst the twenty four tributes. Plus, who wouldn't root for a lovable, romantic couple in these brutal games? Peeta also knew that you looked pretty stressed out right now, so maybe it could also be a grounding gesture. Or maybe you'd kick him in the crotch. Who knew?

The crowd seems to roar with excitement and praise at the flames trailing behind the outfits the two of you wore. They certainly stood out. He reaches out to take one of your hands, quickly being met with your uncertain gaze.

"C'mon, they'll love it."

Peeta coaxes. Despite the strategics behind the gesture, you also looked like you could use the support.