[For a long time after he finishes talking, she's quiet. Rocking herself back and forth in the darkness and just staring at the pages in the book. He said a lot. A lot more than anyone else has really said so far tonight. No stupid questions. No attempts at prying into her life any more than what she's already revealed in the journal tonight.
It's just a lot of words. Words from a stranger that really make her stop and think. Some of it is very reminiscent of the advice that Richard had given her previously. That it helps to have someone share in the pain. That she will get to the point where she can manage it.
She hasn't mentioned her nightmares to anyone. It had been simple enough to her: they weren't in those arenas. They wouldn't understand. Not like Peeta did. Does. Would it help at all? Make the nights easier to cope?]
[Voice | Private]
It's just a lot of words. Words from a stranger that really make her stop and think. Some of it is very reminiscent of the advice that Richard had given her previously. That it helps to have someone share in the pain. That she will get to the point where she can manage it.
She hasn't mentioned her nightmares to anyone. It had been simple enough to her: they weren't in those arenas. They wouldn't understand. Not like Peeta did. Does. Would it help at all? Make the nights easier to cope?]
Maybe.