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She didn't want to let any doors shut between them. Because if they did, she knew she wouldn't be seeing Peeta till the cornucopia. And that couldn't happen.

So here they were, standing awkwardly in the bathroom of her quarters in the Tribute suite. Because they both needed to wash the day away, but neither of them wanted to approach the elephant in the room of showering...without doors closing between them. At least Katniss didn't, and she assumed Peeta didn't.

Hopefully the Capitol wouldn't lock one of them in the shower all night. But really, she wouldn't be surprised right now.

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She was down here often enough she knew her way around, ducking past personnel, and finding the room quickly.

Her heart was pounding, her emotions tripping over each other as they raced around, and right now she was just focused on getting to him, as fast as possible.

"Peeta!" The sounds game out too high, too breathy, almost panicked sounding, but she felt ready to burst with something, seeing him there.

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Katniss' familiar voice rung excited in his mind, though the moment he saw her something else flared up inside of him. It was cold and angry and left a bad taste in his mouth, his brain having a difficult time separating the two and that only confused him even more. The frustration was intense and his surprised expression turned to one of anger a moment later when he finally looked up, hands itching to reach out and hurt.

"Get away from me!" Came out instead in a panic, hands nearly tearing up the sheets of his bed in his attempt to not launch himself at her, every muscle in his body aching from how tense he was.

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She could react quickly, even now, and moved back at his warning, even though she had no idea why.

Was he sick? What was going on?

"Peeta?"

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Her moving back neither calmed him down nor made him worse, stuck in that in-between place of confusion and it terrified him. He reached up to grab at his hair roughly again, taking deep breaths between drawn up knees, mutter incomprehensible things to himself.

This wasn't real, it couldn't be.

I kept reading Peeta as Pasta.

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This wasn't alright.

She had known, of course, that they had done things to him. But she had forced it from her mind, naively hoping when he got home it'd all be fine.

This was far from fine.

"...Peeta? What's wrong?"

She wanted to move forward, but he reminded her right now of an injured animal. And she had no weapon.