The small girl headed off to change and gale leaned back against the wall, not sure what he should do. 

He wanted to stay but he also wondered if Prim needed her space, wanted to have a night that was just hers and not one she felt the need to share with someone. The boy rubbed his face with his hand while the other was slipped into his pocket. He decided he would stay with Prim, that he'd rather have not regret the time they didn't spend together. And if Prim was ever mad or needed space, she would tell him. The last thing he wanted was for another petty squabble to get between them the way one had back home. Gale pushed himself off the wall and looked around. Though Prim had quickly gotten her clothes and slipped into the bathroom, something told him that make up wouldn't be coming off as readily.

"I'm gonna get changed too, be right back." He called out to her, not wanting to have her believe he had just abandoned her without much to say. Turning, he headed for the door and headed for his room. Thankfully he didn't have to scrub his face or worry about his hair. Gale entered his room and quickly slipped off his tie and tossed his blazer on the dresser. He then undid the buttons of his dress shirt and discarded that as well. Gale grabbed a plain white tee shirt and slipped it on before he slipped off his shoes and slacks and lastly, his socks. He then pulled on a pair of grey long cotton pants and moved into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. As he looked in the mirror, he thought about the people he had met with and how they'd be mere spectators to what was about to unfold.

Gale felt sick.

But he didn't feel alone.

Setting his washcloth aside, he turned and walked out of the gleaming room, the lights dimming when his presence was no longer detected. Gale grabbed a book figuring if he needed to, and had time, he could do some reading before bed. Of course ideally he could just sit and talk with Prim or find something else that required less discussion. He smiled slightly and then just tossed the book back on his bed. Part of him knew he should be reading more like Haymitch. He had been doing some but not as much as to give him any sort of feeling of readiness or reassurance. Preparing for the Games was tricky and he figured he'd have time during lunch to read up on the various techniques for surviving dessert storms or freezing conditions.

For now, he was happier focusing on Prim. Walking out of his room, he retraced his steps and knocked on Prim's door before it slid open. He spotted Prim hanging up the dress while he had just cast his own clothes aside without much consideration. Of course a dress was different than a suit and he waited until she was done before he approached her. "Even though we may have looked pretty good tonight, I feel much better in these kinds of clothes." He felt more like himself and it made him less anxious, like he didn't have to compare the haves and have nots. Gale grabbed her hand and walked over and sat on the front edge of the bed. "I can't imagine how some people back home would look in such elaborate costumes..." He smiled a little and glanced down at their hands. "Well I can, and it's pretty funny." Gale smiled more and shook his head. It was hard not to think of 12 but it was thanks to home that he felt more prepared than some.

Hopefully Prim saw her home's advantages as well.