She’s witnessed the nights where the hopelessness has seemed to encroach on Hell’s Kitchen. On Matt. They’re the nights that she despises. She used to be incapable of doing anything to make those nights any better. Mostly, she’d do her best to stay out of his way. Katniss likes the idea that she can do something about that now. Matt had saved her, given her a new chance at life and she can’t think of any better way to repay him than assisting in his crusade. Especially when it’s a crusade that she believes in, too.
Matt has an effect on people that she sometimes envy. It’s the same with Foggy. There’s something about both lawyers that’s so sincere and real that even people like Katniss or Josie put aside their surly ways at the encouragement of a word or a smile. They’re possibly some of the few honest defense attorneys left in this city. People to admire. Better people to befriend. In so many ways, Katniss is still a wounded bird. She’d like to think that she’s getting better though. She’s not as wounded as she used to be. But when she’s fully ready to take flight, it won’t be very far. Hell’s Kitchen has finally become home.
She had once thought that everything had a price and if it didn’t, then it wasn’t worth her time. That had been when she had been desperate for enough money to keep her family fed and someday put Prim through school, both before and during her time in the Games. Katniss had been wrong. Loving Matt, being loved by him, is absolutely priceless. His affections are something that could never be brought and sometimes she thinks that she’s so responsive to him because her own affections are something Matt’s never tried to buy. Not like those others. Everything is a gift instead. Hard, terrifying, and on some days, something she’s certain ought to be impossible, but worth every bit of effort.
Hearing him say those words is worth every trial and hardship she’s ever gone through. Or will go through. Something inside of her melts every time Matt tells her he loves her. She leans into the hand by her ear, her eyes closed as she returns that gentle kiss. He love that he gives to her so freely and easily is by far the best gift anyone’s ever given her. She slips off of him to curl up on the floor beside him, practically half on him, her arms and head resting on his chest and a leg slipped between his. Katniss tilts her head up to press a kiss to his jaw. “I love you, too.” And though it would be so easy to bask in this contentment for a little while longer, to lazily kiss him on the floor of the boxing gym and just silently enjoy his company, Katniss knows that’s not why they’re here. “That’s why I’m going out with you tonight. I’m going to have your back, Matt, whether you want me to or not.”
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Matt has an effect on people that she sometimes envy. It’s the same with Foggy. There’s something about both lawyers that’s so sincere and real that even people like Katniss or Josie put aside their surly ways at the encouragement of a word or a smile. They’re possibly some of the few honest defense attorneys left in this city. People to admire. Better people to befriend. In so many ways, Katniss is still a wounded bird. She’d like to think that she’s getting better though. She’s not as wounded as she used to be. But when she’s fully ready to take flight, it won’t be very far. Hell’s Kitchen has finally become home.
She had once thought that everything had a price and if it didn’t, then it wasn’t worth her time. That had been when she had been desperate for enough money to keep her family fed and someday put Prim through school, both before and during her time in the Games. Katniss had been wrong. Loving Matt, being loved by him, is absolutely priceless. His affections are something that could never be brought and sometimes she thinks that she’s so responsive to him because her own affections are something Matt’s never tried to buy. Not like those others. Everything is a gift instead. Hard, terrifying, and on some days, something she’s certain ought to be impossible, but worth every bit of effort.
Hearing him say those words is worth every trial and hardship she’s ever gone through. Or will go through. Something inside of her melts every time Matt tells her he loves her. She leans into the hand by her ear, her eyes closed as she returns that gentle kiss. He love that he gives to her so freely and easily is by far the best gift anyone’s ever given her. She slips off of him to curl up on the floor beside him, practically half on him, her arms and head resting on his chest and a leg slipped between his. Katniss tilts her head up to press a kiss to his jaw. “I love you, too.” And though it would be so easy to bask in this contentment for a little while longer, to lazily kiss him on the floor of the boxing gym and just silently enjoy his company, Katniss knows that’s not why they’re here. “That’s why I’m going out with you tonight. I’m going to have your back, Matt, whether you want me to or not.”