after running around trying to impress the hardass of an instructor, dodge Peeta, and stay sane, katniss was exhausted. she knew she was bound to toss and turn the moment she laid down to sleep, but that wasn’t what she was looking forward to.

sure, she felt stupid for getting cozy to anyone right now, especially some victor she had no idea made it out of the arena. but there was no one to shame her, save for herself, and some part of her needed something else to focus on. something to remind her she wasn't a soldier as much as thirteen was turning her out to be.

so she allowed herself put to the thought behind her as she slipped under the covers behind you, being careful not to wake you, though she knew you would anyway. you were a lighter sleeper than her, resulting in most nights you two lying awake with barely any conversation needed. the moment you opened your eyes and turned around to face her, her eyes were glued to you. "sorry for waking you up." she whispered, smoothing your hair back from your face.