An eyebrow quirks up at the thanks, and he leans back in his chair, taking the bottle back from her when she finishes pouring.

He's quiet for a moment, contemplating what needs to be said. 'I'm sorry' could be one thing, but if there's one thing Haymitch doesn't do, it's apologize. They're at where they're at. The past can't be changed, and he's not going to try and sugar coat it for her. He knows he doesn't have to anymore. But really...he's not up for talking about anything too heavy at the moment. Not at all.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day where you'd thank me."

And that's the honest truth.