Showing weakness was something that Katniss couldn't stand for a very long time, even if all of her fronts had all but faded during her stint in 13, wandering around with a silver medical bracelet around her wrist. Mentally disoriented. It was different around Peeta, for some reason. Maybe it was because of the fact that she'd seen him at his worst for the Games, lying helpless in a cave. Or maybe because given what they've been through, there wasn't any room for walls.
Katniss had constructed them anyways. She regrets it now. No more lies.
She shifts uncomfortably, one hand putting pressure on her temple. "I'm not sleeping anymore," it's alright after a few days when she finally passes out from exhaustion alone, because then there are no dreams. "Can't."
There's also the problem of having to tell him about 12 - or more important, would he want to know? Hadn't Peeta made it abundantly clear that he didn't want to? It was probably easier for him not to so that he could go on and live a normal life on the island, and be happy. She wonders if he would get angry if she left something out again, but then again, he'd asked her to.
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Katniss had constructed them anyways. She regrets it now. No more lies.
She shifts uncomfortably, one hand putting pressure on her temple. "I'm not sleeping anymore," it's alright after a few days when she finally passes out from exhaustion alone, because then there are no dreams. "Can't."
There's also the problem of having to tell him about 12 - or more important, would he want to know? Hadn't Peeta made it abundantly clear that he didn't want to? It was probably easier for him not to so that he could go on and live a normal life on the island, and be happy. She wonders if he would get angry if she left something out again, but then again, he'd asked her to.
Katniss really doesn't know anymore.