[On the inside, Saul panics. He feels like he's staring, mouth agape, at yet another Jesse in the making. There are so many of them here: young kids who've seen way too much, done horrible things out of necessity, survived in spite of it all — but barely.
It breaks his fucking heart.
On the outside, his expression remains calm. It'll help Peeta, he thinks, if he keeps his cool. Be steady, Saul. Be a rock.
Or whatever.]
Falling apart isn't always the worst thing. Not when you've got people who'll put you back together.
no subject
It breaks his fucking heart.
On the outside, his expression remains calm. It'll help Peeta, he thinks, if he keeps his cool. Be steady, Saul. Be a rock.
Or whatever.]
Falling apart isn't always the worst thing. Not when you've got people who'll put you back together.