[He sighs very softly, because it isn't at her, not at all. Crossing the room, he gathers a thing or two, then comes back, sitting heavily down next to her.
This time, he doesn't speak. Words aren't his strongest suit. Ideas are, and he can be bluntly to the point, but delicate situations like this? It's why he and Katniss suited each other. Neither of them knew what to say, but they at least understood one another.
Instead: he leans over, til they're pressed up against one another, thighs and hips and shoulders. And he throws an arm over, heavy and solid, pulling her in against him.]
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This time, he doesn't speak. Words aren't his strongest suit. Ideas are, and he can be bluntly to the point, but delicate situations like this? It's why he and Katniss suited each other. Neither of them knew what to say, but they at least understood one another.
Instead: he leans over, til they're pressed up against one another, thighs and hips and shoulders. And he throws an arm over, heavy and solid, pulling her in against him.]