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"Old time's sake?" he suggested with half a laugh. In hindsight, Ben wasn't sure anyone had suggested it out loud. They'd all just seemed to gravitate here the same way they had when they were kids. He was caught somewhere between giddiness and disbelief that they were even alive right now. The whole thing had the feeling of unreality to it, like everything else that had happened since they'd set foot in Derry.

"Hard to explain why we're coming back covered in blood," he added, the more practical side of him kicking in. He'd rinsed the blood and grime from his hair and his clothes, but Ben had to admit those were probably ruined. His jacket was never going to be the same. It was an acceptable loss, given everything else they'd risked today.

Ben had always been a disgustingly early riser, and since he'd taken up running in high school, he considered it the best time of day for a jog, before all the more practical concerns of the day crowded in. He was already home and showered, his hair still clinging damply to the back of his neck, the first pot of coffee filling the kitchen with its warm scent.

His hands were wrapped around a mug, an eyebrow going up at the sight of Richie, who obviously hadn't come from his own bed. "I didn't say anything," he protested with a soft laugh, and while that was true, Ben's face always said plenty for him.

One of the things that Peeta noticed when he was coming back to himself, even as he recovered, was that there were parts of him that were different. He had a hard time with getting emotional. While he was in recovery, he and the doctor found ways to work on it. They had also worked to accept that his family was gone. When he came home, he had also seen what was left of District 12. It felt surreal and he hadn't lingered in the wreckage that was being cleaned to find out what the bakery looked like. But this was solid proof that his dad was dead.

His insides were screaming to just crumple and have a good cry, but he wouldn't let himself lose the reins on his emotions, just in case it took a turn. But more than anything, he was extremely grateful that his dad was in a proper resting place, so it was easy to focus on that.

He finally opened his eyes, came back to the moment and turned to look at Katniss. He could see that she was nervous about his reaction. His chest was stirring with so many emotions, and this time, as he thought about how kindhearted Katniss was, it made him feel incredibly lucky that he had her in his life. Things were more complicated than ever, almost so complicated that it was simple - Katniss was the only family he had left now. This proved it.

She remembers how heartbroken that so-called family left Peeta. He may not have said it, and put up walls to make it seem like he was fine, but she saw how lonely he was at his Victor house that no one seemed to visit. She vaguely remembered Mr. Mellark visiting sometimes but never staying. Had to get back to his witch of a wife.

The woman who had no faith in Peeta.

Katniss was feeling stir crazy after the first few days of rain. It was strange, how Peeta's homecoming had prompted the rain. Perhaps it was Prim watering the flowers Peeta had brought her sister, maybe it was the world healing itself a bit after the war. Whatever the reason, it was nice--despite it driving her nuts she was stuck inside.

Her normal catlike steps fall heavier as she paces through the house--something she'd started doing after accidentally startling Peeta the other day--looking for something to do to be useful. The good news is there was a break in the rain and she was finally able to go to their back yard, letting Peeta rest upstairs where she left him. The rain had knocked some foliage onto the headstones she'd had installed, and she got to work immediately to remove them. Hadn't had the chance to show Peeta yet, and she didn't want him to see it like this.

The rain had stopped, the birds were finally singing, and the air was filled with a blend of damp soil and freshness. He got got out of bed to look out the open window, and that was when he saw Katniss already busy outside. Staying still did allow for the mind to start reeling, so he could understand her reluctance to stay still for too long and why she had been so restless during the last few days. But he was still piecing together some parts of his mind, so he didn't find the quiet so bad. Even the painful parts were necessary to fully understand himself again.