Katniss knew this conversation had gone way off track. If it had ever had a good track to be on in the first place.

Unsure how to make things right (because Peeta was the one good at that, not her) she kneeled, moving forward awkwardly. Thinking of all the times in the train, when words would offer any comfort. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, slowly, cautiously. Ready to move back if this was not wanted.