"I know." It was a reassurance that Prim was listening, that she was watching. That she could see that it was real from her sister's voice, her expression. She didn't know everything, wouldn't until and unless Katniss spoke about it, or other people did, but...
For Katniss to say she was with someone, to Prim, in the sanctity of the bedroom with no cameras watching or people listening in?
It had to be real.
"And if you ever want to tell me about it..." She'd listen.
She wanted to tell Prim so much. She wanted to tell her sister about that shift that had happened where she and Peeta had been childhood sweethearts, married and without a care in the world. No District 12, no Hunger Games, no hijackings, no death. She wanted to tell her about the mission Peeta went on and how damn worried she had been for his life, even though it had been utterly mundane. And how that had made her realize just how much she wanted him, even loved him. The way she had ruined the bakery trying to keep it running while he was gone. How she had tackled him to the ground in anger when he returned, only to wind up kissing him with more hunger than she had ever felt.
There was so, so much she wanted to share with her sister. Katniss didn't know how long Prim would be here, how long she'd have to tell her all of this. But the loss still seemed too raw, even with Sokka to help act as balm to the wound.
Prim nodded, though it was a bit awkward lying down, and she wrinkled her nose up because of it. It felt silly.
"Of course. We can talk about whatever you want whenever you want. We have time."
At least, they had time here. And Prim was trying to make the most of that, and trying to hold onto that. Because it was truly a miracle, when all was said and done.
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For Katniss to say she was with someone, to Prim, in the sanctity of the bedroom with no cameras watching or people listening in?
It had to be real.
"And if you ever want to tell me about it..." She'd listen.
But she wouldn't make Katniss tell her.
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There was so, so much she wanted to share with her sister. Katniss didn't know how long Prim would be here, how long she'd have to tell her all of this. But the loss still seemed too raw, even with Sokka to help act as balm to the wound.
"I do..." Katniss took a deep breath. "Later?"
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"Of course. We can talk about whatever you want whenever you want. We have time."
At least, they had time here. And Prim was trying to make the most of that, and trying to hold onto that. Because it was truly a miracle, when all was said and done.