[At the knock, Katniss looks up. Not so much startled as momentarily confused. She knew Teddy was on his way over. He knew that she knew. Did he really think that she wouldn't open the door for him? that she'd stay hiding in the bed...
Oh. She realizes it a second later. He's being polite. Because some people around here are polite. People that were obviously not her. A girl who stays seated with the lights off even as a friend wanders about in the dark. One who stays silent and doesn't offer any sort of word of greeting. Even if it is late at night.
Somehow, he makes his way over to the couch and slings his shoulder over the couch. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of herself and the invitation, before accepting it. Pulling the sheet with her, she snuggles up against him and places her head in the crook of his arm.
She hates these nightmares. Despises them so very much.]
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Oh. She realizes it a second later. He's being polite. Because some people around here are polite. People that were obviously not her. A girl who stays seated with the lights off even as a friend wanders about in the dark. One who stays silent and doesn't offer any sort of word of greeting. Even if it is late at night.
Somehow, he makes his way over to the couch and slings his shoulder over the couch. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of herself and the invitation, before accepting it. Pulling the sheet with her, she snuggles up against him and places her head in the crook of his arm.
She hates these nightmares. Despises them so very much.]