"Nope. Not even close. It's something my sister used to sing." I finish the chord and set the guitar aside again, feeling the pit in my stomach churn. I remember it so clearly, sitting on Claire's bed while she strummed. Man, I hate this crap, just... all of it, the entire situation. But Peeta doesn't need to be burdened with all of this on top of my Steve issues. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, which makes him the best boyfriend ever, but he doesn't need it. I'm sure he's got family and people back home he misses, too.

I get up and take the wine so he's not juggling it and the glasses, "This everything?"