thehuntersofpanem:

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?" 

thehuntersofpanem:

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. 

thehuntersofpanem:

Cato took in a deep breath through his nose, slowly releasing it and his eyes found their way to Peeta’s hand on his bicep. 

“There we go. Do you need to nap, maybe? That usually helps me when I’m in a bad mood. I’ll even lay with you and pat you to sleep."Peeta offered with a smile.

thehuntersofpanem:

“You are, you’re trying to make fun of me! I’ll rip that fucking head of yours off your neck.”

“Cato! Calm down, I’m not making fun of you.” Peeta tried to appeal to him, reaching up to squeeze a bicep. “I’ve got nothing to gain by making you feel bad. Please. Take a deep breath." 

thehuntersofpanem:

“Should have been watching. Twelve.”

“I was, you’re just so broad.”

thehuntersofpanem

“There’s a rabbit..in this trap. Is it okay?”