[She smiles faintly at the touch of his lips against her knuckles. It feels good, as nice as his hugs had been moments before. When it comes down to it, she doesn't want him to let her go at all. Not until she's really managed to convince herself that this is real. That he's real. That he's back.
But her grip on his hand falters a little when he admits what happens. He lets go of her hand and she immediately reaches for his again. A war. She knows the sort of toll that kind of fight can bring. How hard it must have been for him. And how you never, ever leave a war changed.
She'll never be that girl again. The girl she was before the Hunger Games, before the uprising.
Katniss reaches for his hand and gives it a squeeze. Quietly,]
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But her grip on his hand falters a little when he admits what happens. He lets go of her hand and she immediately reaches for his again. A war. She knows the sort of toll that kind of fight can bring. How hard it must have been for him. And how you never, ever leave a war changed.
She'll never be that girl again. The girl she was before the Hunger Games, before the uprising.
Katniss reaches for his hand and gives it a squeeze. Quietly,]
That's all you can do.