The walk back to their part of the suite hadn't taken long at all. It had been a good night for most and Gale had hoped Haymitch and Katniss had been as productive as they had, in regards to making connections with the potential sponsors and fans. He hadn't gotten great vibes from many of them but there had been a few who he was sure they could count on. He was sure Peeta would be able to make things work. They still had the interviews to look forward to as well as their final performance in front of the gamemasters and high profile sponsors. They entered her room and he didn't give it much thought since a habit between them had been developing already, their closeness becoming more natural.

"Of course, don't be silly Prim." He didn't care about outfits or make up any of that. 

Prim looked great in anything and he didn't think appearances even mattered, at least they didn't to him but he hoped she didn't get hung up on her hair or something when they were in the area. His previous comment wasn't meant to be taken seriously but he was sure Prim wasn't the kind of girl who would put her safety behind brushing her hair or something. He brushed the topic off when she brought up the idea of her dress and asked him to unzip it for her. He coughed slightly and bit down on his lower lip. It made sense, the zipper was hard to reach but it made him a bit nervous, and then some.

"Sure..." Gale said nervously as he forced his mind not to wander. Prim was a beautiful girl and very attractive. And after the wonderful date they had, he didn't want to ruin it by letting his hormones get in the way or make things awkward. It was just a zipper though. He walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder and then used the other to grab the small piece of metal and pulled it down her back until it reached her lower back. His eyes followed it before he quickly looked away and stepped back. "There you go." He said and moved off to the side. This was the wrong time and the wrong place to be thinking about Prim in that way.

"I guess this is good night...?" He asked her, figuring she'd need to get changed and get in bed. He would head back to his own room unless she offered for him to stay. He enjoyed falling asleep with her in his arms and then waking up with her there but he also knew their night together had been great and she may want some space to collect her own thoughts from the evening. Gale was ready to get out of his own clothes too. The tie was annoying and he hoped he wouldn't have to wear one ever again. That was a perk of living in District 12, the dress code was much more lax and comfortable than what the Capitol had to offered.

Of course Prim looked good in one of her dresses back home or the golden one she had on right now.

So he had to give some thanks to the Capitol for making such a dress that matched her shining personality. Surely the others at the Ball had noticed her and considered her to be a good tribute to help.