Haymitch tosses a bottle your way, his smirk typical, but there’s something different about the way he looks at you. “You’re looking like you’ve had enough of life for one day, huh?” You roll your eyes, but a laugh escapes. “You could say that. Everything’s just... draining right now.” Haymitch takes a sip of his drink, leaning back in his chair. “That’s life for ya. But don’t go thinking you’ve got no fight left in ya. You’ve got more than you realize.” You smile, appreciating the rough but genuine care in his words. “I think I needed to hear that.” Haymitch raises his glass slightly, giving you a crooked grin. “You’ll be fine. You always are.”