HE LOOKED LIKE SHIT. even with a shower and a fresh shave it clung to him. perhaps it was because the air was stale and there was no view to the outside world. he could commend them for surviving and building back their district from beneath the ground. it was the clearest his mind had been in decades though, and the pain he could still feel was a harder feeling than the numbness of it all. his limbs are heavy as he headed to the cafeteria.
she's the only spot of color in the room. the flourish of the head scarf catches his eye immediately and the pinched expression of judgement is all to germane to effie's core. there's a heavy sigh had he releases, a modicum of relief that she's alive. that katniss is alive. that despite where peeta may be he's alive too. saving people had never been his strongsuit.
haymitch walks through the tables, waving when appropriate but mostly beelining towards her. he slides into the seat across from her with a crooked grin. "not sure which one of us looks worse for wear." he joked, knowing full well it would always be him. "they confiscate your eyebrows sweetheart?"
@asheld