He was afraid of closing his eyes and waking up with that hateful rage again, the kind that blinded him for hours to anything but the images and supposed lies that had been forced into his mind. If what Katniss and Haymitch and all of them were saying was true, that they were once happy and friends, he wanted that. A part of him really did.

It felt nice being curled up like this with someone to support him, even if he knew it wouldn't last. Her fingers were so comforting and only aided the process of falling asleep, though he was still able to murmur out:

"I'd want this to be real always..."