She'd wanted to call him a million times since that night, even got so far as to dial his number once or twice, but she always stopped herself. She was learning -- slowly, but she was learning -- that sometimes a little time and space were best. Of course she wouldn't let the silence go on indefinitely, but she'd clearly upset him and if he needed some distance from her for a bit...well, she didn't have to like it. She just had to accept it.

Which is why she's so ridiculously delighted when Samira tells her Peeta is waiting backstage. She'd though maybe she'd get a message or a phone call first, but this is so much better. She's missed him desperately and maybe this means he's forgiven her. She takes a moment to collect herself before she goes to see him, the adrenaline of the stage still coursing through her. But her smile drops away the instant she lays eyes on him.

"Peeta? What's wrong?" The last few weeks are instantly forgotten as she reaches out for him. "You look...what's happened?"