"So you're actually gonna let this happen?" I demand, raising my eyebrows at haymitch.
"Well, he tried to kill you. Would you rather that they sent him away for a week or two, or that they put him in prison for abuse? He will get better, and he will come back to you."
I shut my eyes for a moment, and ponder on my reasoning. I soon realise I'm being ridiculous.
"I hate it when you're right." I mumble, avoiding Haymitch's gaze so as not to see the smug smile I know is creeping on to his face.
"There sweetheart. I thought you would have realised by now that I'm always right. Why? Because I'm a genius."
"Your shirts on back to front."
"What?" He asks, looking down.
"Yeah. Genius." I sigh, allowing a smile to appear on my lips.
I stroll out the front door, feeling dread begin to creep up on me. I open the front door, and spot Peeta sitting in an armchair, staring at a letter. Despite my light footsteps, he still hears me. He turns around to look at me, his face, clearly tear stained. He stands up, and starts to come towards me.
"Katniss. I'm so sor... "
I walk up to him, and kiss him full on the lips, interrupting him completely.
"You don't have to apologise. It's not your fault. It's not you doing those things. It's the capitol's mutt. Not my Peeta." I say, soothingly stroking his back.
"You have no idea how horrible it was this morning. I woke up, and there was blood all over my hands. At first o thought it was yours, and that I had hurt you badly, maybe even killed you... But I soon realised it was my own after I saw a broke vase across the room. I panicked for ages. I couldn't find you. I didn't know where you were. Haymitch  came over soon after. He said you were still asleep, but unharmed. He said he was going to talk to dr Aurlius. Maybe get me to do some more therapy." He says, desperately trying to advert his gaze.
"I know. I spoke to haymitch."
"Oh. Are you ok with that?"
"About as OK as I was when you volunteered as tribute in the quell." I snap.
"Oh, right. Stupid question."
"Of course it's a stupid question. I love you. Normal couples aren't ok with spending time away from each other, but we're not exactly normal, are we? I can't sleep when you're not here. There's no one here to rock me to sleep, and say it's not real. Of course I don't want you to go." I mumble out the last bit, trying not to cry.
"I love you too. It's gonna be just as hard for me as it is for you. Besides; you have haymitch."
"Still can't decided if that's a curse, or a blessing. But, it's always harder for the one left behind. Always."

This took a long time... Sorry