[He gives a sympathetic hum.] Every time I close my eyes, you disappear.
[It's so natural and easy to pull her toward the bed. It's what they've always done. Combat the nightmares together. They've faced every horror imaginable together and yet, the one terror that Peeta can't imagine, that he can't face with her, is the one where she's just out of reach, where she's in trouble. Nightmares where she's dead and it's his fault.
He guides her gently to the bed, an arm still around her, protecting her from the ghostly images in her head. Protecting her from the mutts and the jabberjays and corpses that no doubt filled her mind.
The lamp by his bed is still on, and his sketchbook and pencils lay beside it. The feral face of one of the orange monkeys practically leaps off the page, detailed and nightmarish. He quickly closes the sketchbook, glancing at Katniss to make sure she's all right.]
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[It's so natural and easy to pull her toward the bed. It's what they've always done. Combat the nightmares together. They've faced every horror imaginable together and yet, the one terror that Peeta can't imagine, that he can't face with her, is the one where she's just out of reach, where she's in trouble. Nightmares where she's dead and it's his fault.
He guides her gently to the bed, an arm still around her, protecting her from the ghostly images in her head. Protecting her from the mutts and the jabberjays and corpses that no doubt filled her mind.
The lamp by his bed is still on, and his sketchbook and pencils lay beside it. The feral face of one of the orange monkeys practically leaps off the page, detailed and nightmarish. He quickly closes the sketchbook, glancing at Katniss to make sure she's all right.]