It was still unclear if Haymitch had a plan or not.

The girl wanted to believe that if he did, he'd tell her and the others. But it didn't seem like he had one, or even an intangible idea, which was surprising. Haymitch usually had some solid advice or way to stay alive and despite all the talk on the roof, Katniss had thought based on the interview, that he really did have some kind of secret plan. But now she was seeing that might not actually happen, considering he was recycling his old mantra of staying alive, which really went without saying at this point. It was likely he was lying to Caesar about it, just to throw Snow up in arms but even then, that seemed a little risky and the more she thought about it, the more unsure Katniss became.

Fingers tugged at her zipper and she breathed in, not wanting to dwell on things that could be real or not.

Right now, the moment called for different thoughts, not those of deception or death, but of what they had left.

It wouldn't be easy to place her mind elsewhere but Haymitch was developing quite the talent for taking her out of the darkness.

She held the dress against her as they spoke and Haymitch began to shed off his own layers of designer fabric. She moved around and slipped the dress off, her back to Haymitch for a moment before she tossed it in the designated hamper and grabbed a tee shirt and shorts. Then she turned and got into said articles of clothing without worrying about being shy or uncertain, the two of them were beyond that point. Katniss moved back around the bed and once she had, Haymitch had asked whether or not she was tired. She gave him a look but it softened. He knew he didn't need to ask. "Not really." The thought of President Snow sending her a message was enough to keep her up, filled with anger while she pretended she didn't feel lost and vulnerable. 

At least she had Haymitch, she wasn't alone in the darkness. She didn't think a year ago she'd care for him at all but now he had become such a big part of her life, that she couldn't imagine losing him. Haymitch then moved on from the idea of sleep. His tone was different than it usually was and she looked to him. He told her he wouldn't let anything happen to her tomorrow and that she was most important. She reached over for his hand. "Then I get to protect you the day after tomorrow." She told him simply and scooted over and put his arm around her. She would compromise and give him half the days. "We'll find a way out of all this." She said, though she didn't think it was possible, that wasn't important. Katniss leaned up and kissed him. "Then you're still stuck with me, just so you know." She teased, her lips still brushed against his lips.

Gale hadn't meant to give Prim the impression of finality.

He just wanted to kiss her and remind her that they weren't bad people, but people surviving who had a lot to live for.

When Prim told Gale that she loved him, a smile formed at his lips though he was pretty sure one was already there. But hearing her say those words felt right and there would never be a time that they'd be able help him feel better, feel like he was home and away from all the other crap going on. He wanted to believe that in a week, those words would be able to remind him that survival had been vital and that they still had one another, as well as Katniss and Haymitch and Peeta. The dark reality couldn't hur them tonight, as it would have plenty of opportunities come daybreak with the sound of the gong signaling the beginning of the 75'th Hunger Games. Gale kissed her, throwing every bit of his emotion into it, knowing words and actions, when used together, could be pretty powerful.

And this power could enough to change things and get away.

He could tell that Prim was getting a little more intense with the kiss as he pulled her closer, refusing to let even the slightest of gap exist between them, as the Games would pull them apart soon enough, and more than enough. Gale breathed in as her small fingers moved through his hair and the kiss broke. He quickly gathered ample air in his lungs and stepped back, unsure of what to at the moment, as his own mind had been knocked clear across the room. He hadn't expected that display to come from Prim but he was pretty sure he liked it. She said something, he only noticed because her lips had moved but he hadn't heard it. "Um what?" He asked and she repeated herself. "Oh right yes." He cleared his throat and found the redness from his face disappearing steadily as he gathered himself.

"I'll be here." He said to her, his voice slightly abnormal.

Gale watched her leave and he stood there for a couple seconds before he dared his feet to move. He got undressed rather quickly and headed into the bathroom to wash up and brush his teeth. He then pulled on a long sleeve shirt and pants and ran his hands through his hair. It didn't feel the same, not compared to Prim. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and licked his lips, reminding himself that tomorrow was different, that tonight didn't have to be tense or any different. When Prim came back, in comfier clothes, he got into bed and she joined him. He wasn't ready for bed yet, nor did he want to talk about the next day. He just wanted to back in his alone time with Prim. "I'm so glad this hasn't torn us apart, but has brought us together, a closeness I only dreamed about back home." Gale said as he pulled her against the side of his body. "I don't have any regrets now, and I don't plan on having them in the future." He leaned down and kissed her again, his lips capturing her upper lip briefly to give her a small sweet suck.