[Katy finally shows up at Haymitch's room after she's taken care of a few things, although she realized pretty quickly that she should've just come here. She is not in the mood to be out in public right now. Not after that.
He closes the door behind her, and maybe he's said something or maybe he hasn't, but she's hit her limit. She sinks against the wall until she's sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to her chest—it's a bit painful, sitting like this with her skin still tight from the burns, but it barely registers.
It's not as abrupt this time, the way she breaks. It starts with deep, unsteady breaths, wide eyes, fingernails biting into her palms as she curls in on herself. When the tears come, she buries her face against her arms.
week 3; saturday post-trial; haymitch's room
He closes the door behind her, and maybe he's said something or maybe he hasn't, but she's hit her limit. She sinks against the wall until she's sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to her chest—it's a bit painful, sitting like this with her skin still tight from the burns, but it barely registers.
It's not as abrupt this time, the way she breaks. It starts with deep, unsteady breaths, wide eyes, fingernails biting into her palms as she curls in on herself. When the tears come, she buries her face against her arms.
That was too fucking close.]