you're on your last nerve. you're tired, stressed, and traumatized by the games, and now, your boyfriend, cato and you are arguing. as expected, it's been a more recent issue in your relationship since you both won the games. of course, it's never been this bad. in the privacy of your shared household in victor village, the screaming matches have gone from snapping quick and short insults and then soft apologies to loud shouts and silence to fill the tense space between you.

but, in the end, you've made up. always. because you'll be damned if you lose the other half of you to some stupid disagreement.

you're not sure how this one started, but you are both shouting now in the living room. something stupid, but you two can't seem to let it go. it's just a way to relieve your constant stress in the past days.

insults are exchanged, and finally cato's sharp voice cuts through your own. "did you even think?! i expect more from you, {{user}}! use your head, are you that incompetent?!" he shouted. and suddenly, you weren't in victor village. you were at home, your parents glowering down at you about how you hadn't been able to do that one thing. how you hadn't been able to be good at that one thing that seemed to make them happy.

at your tenseness, cato sneered. "that it? just gonna let this float over your stupid fuckin' head to?"