from haymitch. / closed starter for annie. @damagedflames
"i'm starting to think i'm too old for this shit," haymitch had long confided in annie, seeing her as someone who truly understood the lost... somewhat absent feeling in his mind. he's been learning each day to choose his moments better, be a little more coherent in moments that are now calling for that but damn did it get harder the longer the stress of losing people laid on his shoulders. "it's been so long since i've had to put myself in this-." the stresses of mentoring completely by himself for years had taken a toll on him, tributes scoring low or unbelievably high as of late throwing wrenches in what he had previously planned, and the kids, it was just... heavy. "- and now it's not just random people, is it? they just had to drag me back in." leaning forward on his elbows, he finally catches a glance of annie's expression, "how are you feeling about it?" maybe he needs to hear something other than his own circular thoughts.











