[She might as well have slapped a loaf of french bread into his hand. No, at least he would've known what to do with that. Weapons were never really his thing.]
[Considering the circumstances, they might need to become his thing.]
Team up?
[Peeta looks at her, the blood and the dirt, tells himself he's seen worse. And then his eyes go lower and-]
no subject
[Considering the circumstances, they might need to become his thing.]
Team up?
[Peeta looks at her, the blood and the dirt, tells himself he's seen worse. And then his eyes go lower and-]
[He's seen worse.]
I'm not leaving you behind.