She had knocked on the door briefly before finding it open. It had become something of a semi-regular thing. To check on Jim every few days or so since his return. He had housemates who could take care of him. He didn't need her, not like he might have during the shift. But she couldn't help it. Regardless, he had become her friend. A good friend.
Someone she wanted to help regardless.
"Jim? It's Katniss," she calls out as she carefully walks into the house, looking a little apprehensive and a lot bit curious. "I brought you some stew."
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Someone she wanted to help regardless.
"Jim? It's Katniss," she calls out as she carefully walks into the house, looking a little apprehensive and a lot bit curious. "I brought you some stew."