I get up off the floor and brush myself off. I wipe my face with the sleeve of my shirt. I have to get up and continue my life, Prim would want me to. I manage to pull myself together and decide to visit Haymitch. When I get to his house, I don't bother to knock, he's probably too drunk to answer anyway.
"Haymitch!" I call out as I burst through the front door. No answer. I stomp the snow off of my boots and dig my hands further into the pockets of my father's jacket.
I begin to walk down the long hallway. "HAYMITCH!" I shout, as I turn the corner leading into the kitchen.
"HAYM-" I stop in my tracks. Peeta and Haymitch sit at the far end of the kitchen table and abruptly end their conversation at the sight of me. "Oh... uh." I don't know what to say.
"Why hello sweetheart. Nice of you to stop by." Haymitch remarks sarcastically.
Peeta gives me a gentle smile. "Hi Katniss." he says and then looks away quickly.
"Oh look!" Exclaims a surprisingly sober Haymitch. "The two star-crossed lovers from District 12, reunited at last." I roll my eyes and Peeta awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. "Perfect" he says, rising out of his chair. "Now I want the two of you to come with me" he says while walking out of the room. Peeta and I exchange a look. Nevertheless, we follow Haymitch through the house and out the front door.
"Why are we out here Haymitch?" I ask, annoyed and shivering from the cold.
He sighs, like we should know why, and grabs my wrist with one hand and Peeta's with the other. "Wha-" I begin to question him.
He then presses mine and Peeta's hands together, in a sort of lame high-five attempt. "Shake hands."
I'm about to object, when Peeta suddenly grips onto my hand. We shake hands. Haymitch drops our wrists from his grip and places a hand on my shoulder and the other on Peeta's, patting us. "There, now that wasn't so hard, was it? Now talk." He lets go of us and walks into his house, shutting the door without another word.