Summary: Katniss ran through the crowded hallway with Haymitch at her heels. The older man’s forehead was covered in sweat but his eyes were sparkling and a happy smile danced on his lips. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d seen him smile like this. He must have read the questioning look in her eyes. “The boy’s back” he explained.
Why This is Good: A nice little amount of fluff highlighting how a canon divergent reunion would go.
There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers,
“You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”