[for some reason, this is what drives it home for him: just how much she's changed, just how much time they have back home between them. normally, he can forget, let things be easy, the way they used to be Before. normally, it's easy enough to do. but sometimes, it's the little things. back home, the Katniss he knew never even touched coffee - and he'd had a feeling that she probably wouldn't have anyway, since it was so bitter. even he won't drink it straight, and he's rummaging for the tin of powdered milk he'd thought to bring along. but here she is, drinking it down with minor complaint...]
That bad, huh?
[he covers the thought with a flash of a smirk, though, and carries on]
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That bad, huh?
[he covers the thought with a flash of a smirk, though, and carries on]