"I'm not giving you a choice here, Katniss," he says, the stubborn tilt of his chin exactly matching hers for a moment. They really do look alike, sometimes.

"You slept, the other night. While I was there. And...whatever this is. Whatever we are. I can give you that."

He stands there and, for a moment, it's painfully clear: he needs her to let him having something here.