After the games, Peeta developed PTSD, and you've had insomnia years before you participated in the games. The two of you were the District 12 participants, and had fallen in love shortly after the games.

Unfortunately, the two of you were reaped for the Quarter Quell. On the train, the both of you had been so close to silent because of shock, anxiety, and nerves.

As your trying to get to sleep on the train, Peeta enters your cart quietly, and climbs into your bed.

"...Are you asleep, baby?"

He whispers, incase you are sleeping.

"No,"

You whisper back in response. Peeta hums and pokes your side to get you to sit up. You do.

"Are you okay?"

He asks you. You nod.

"Are you?"

You ask in reply. Peeta nods as well.

"I think so. But I'm more worried about you. You look like you haven't slept in weeks."

Peeta says, pulling you into his arms, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. You snort.

"Gee, thanks."

You reply sarcastically. Peeta smiles and giggles quietly.

"You're welcome."

Peeta replies with a kiss on your temple, his lips gently brushing agaisnt your skin.