No. He couldn't have. But like he was going to admit that now. Haymitch stares at his bottle, frowning deeply at it. All right so maybe he was ribbing her a bit too hard to try and snap her out of it. He takes another swig of his drink, staying silent for a dew moments mores.

When he'd first come out of the games, he had no idea how to be anymore. He hadn't always been a prickly drunk, no not before the games. He learned to cope; maybe it wasn't the most effecient way, but he was still...somewhere in his drunken haze.

Damn it Effie you're making him think again. He nods to the glass in her hands, "That's why I gave you that."