"I wouldn't, either." So maybe they'd bring it up again, sometime. When they were sure, if they ever could be, in Luceti.

The admission actually surprised Prim - her eyebrows rose, and the lowered, as she frowned. They had talked about it, and he had seemed unsure, but... "You've always seemed likable to me. I mean - like I said, about...never giving it thought, that was for anyone. I'd never meant to like anyone until - " She shrugged. Until she was past Reaping age. Maybe. It seemed safer. "I think you're wrong about that, at least. So - yes."

Then a pause to match, glancing up. "Yes?"