He was conflicted, a frown on his face for a few seconds before he answered. “…Alright.” Cato mumbled lowly, lingering around before he walked off.
Peeta followed after Cato, putting a heathy space between them before he tugged Cato into his room. District 13 had given him one of the cozier sized cells to live in for the time being. Peeta stepped out of his shoes and waited for Cato to move toward the bed first. He wouldn’t dare do anything without making sure Cato was comfortable first.