Any other time, and the way he laughs, what seems to me like a genuine one, might be enough to get at least a smile out of me. As it is, I'm too on edge to relax as much as that would require. I need to explain all of this, and I barely even know where to start. There's too much that I know for that, thoughts of the Peeta we got back from the Capitol mingling with ones of the Peeta I left in the Arena, making it too difficult for me to know how to act. I definitely can't manage a joke.

"I'm the one who's been here," I point out, casting him a look. Of course I'm leading. He'd just get lost, and then he really would freeze and lose his other leg. That in mind, I make myself look away, shrugging the too-big coat off my shoulders. I've still got a scarf and a long-sleeved shirt underneath, and I've survived with less. I might as well offer him something. "Here. I don't know if it will fit you, but..."