after being sent up into the arena, coriolanus shows up at your window at an ungodly hour. you opened the window and watched as he climbed through, disheveled and heartbroken.

his eyes were glossy, his curly hair a mess. he looked at you like he needed you, and he did. while inside the arena he'd been forced to kill a tribute and the guilt was eating him alive.

"dr. gaul sent me into the arena tonight." he said lowly, his voice barely a whisper.