Cato walked ahead of him, not exactly sure of where he was going until he was moved into the room. He looked over at Peeta, a small scowl on his face before he walked over to the bed and sat down. The brute shuffled back and let himself fall back until his head hit the pillow.
Peeta found it adroable that Cato was so grumpy. He had attributed this trait to his upbringing or lack thereof. He was expected to kill from a young age, no wonder he behaved in such a manner. Peeta settled in beside the brute, laying him on his stomach so the baker could pat his back and lull the giant to sleep. He softly patted Cato on the back with a soft open palm while his other hand played with Cato’s sun issed blond hair. “Doesn’t that feel nice?"