[ Dammit Kit. Cursing to himself in his head as he saw he made Peeta probably just even more sad. At least now Peeta was leaving Kit alone when Kit got way too depressed for their own good. But now he felt like he’s making Peeta completely empty; the boy with bread that has a heart of gold has a mockingjay picking at his heart like a toy. It was wrong. So out of instinct he stood up, fixing his wet suit a bit and grabbed Peeta’s hand, not saying a word. ]
[ Peeta looked over his shoulder as Kit grabbed at his hand. His heart seized in his chest as he looked him over. It was rare that he looked so vulnerable. He was used to Kit being straight faced and impenetrable. eeta was the one that wore his heart on his sleeve.]
“Yeah, Kit?”