Peeta’s face is telling me “I don’t agree” and clearly he’s already seen some fucked up shit or has been threatened, based on his expression, maybe he’s been tortured too, but watching and hearing other people get hurt haunts him so much more. Duh.
Johanna’s face is telling me “This is bullshit. Fuck this. Fuck you.” And yeah she’s been tortured.
Emma Watson and Jennifer Lawrence hugging each other at the Dior show
It’s a long shot, it’s suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. “Don’t let him take you from me.”
Peeta’s panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging his head. “No. I don’t want to…”
I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always,” he murmurs.