I'm not expecting him to reach for my hand. Maybe I should be, but that's too difficult to discern right now, when everything always changes with Peeta. I remember too well the way he came after me when we brought him back from the Capitol, and the one I found here, from all that time later. The Peeta who was still confused somewhere in between. Now he's from before all that, and I can't remember how I'm supposed to act around him, or figure out how much to tell him. There's too much, and nothing to be done about it here.
When he does, though, even in almost wincing from how icy his skin is, my fingers curl tightly around his, holding on like I'll lose him if I don't. I have so many times now, I'm not convinced that won't be the case. "I never would."
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Date: 2013-01-24 10:07 pm (UTC)When he does, though, even in almost wincing from how icy his skin is, my fingers curl tightly around his, holding on like I'll lose him if I don't. I have so many times now, I'm not convinced that won't be the case. "I never would."