[ Kit watched the sand and listened to the water. Even in an arena full of death and full of misery and no mercy. Peeta still made it seem like a place that anyone could be happy in if you were around him. His thumb slowly glided back and forth over Peeta’s hand as he held it. Taking in a deep breathe he nodded slowly ]
“Okay — I believe you.
Even though we’re here because of me.”
[ Peeta looked over Kit’s features, giving him the kidnest smile he could muster. He knew it was hard for Kit to be optimistic. He pecked his lover on the lips, nuzzling into his jawline. ]
“We’ll get out of here, Kit.”