He doesn't want to leave her; he never wants to, but he's also learned to pick his battles and he doesn't know how much him staying is actually going to do. He pushes his hair back from his face. Hunger can wait; every part of him feels greasy. He needs to wash the sick feeling off his skin. And he knows why she won't look at him, and it's like a punch in the gut.

"One more thing for you to hold against me, Katniss," he says, and his smile is so sad, as he pushes up off the bed and walks towards the door. "I'll see you later."