"Hey," he returns, and if he feels surprise that he hadn't heard her approach, Jason's too tired to show it. Instinctively, he tucks his own arms around himself, a taller, broader mirror of Katniss until he realizes and makes them fall.

"Sorry," he says. He'd sent word that he was okay, but he hadn't meant to be away for so long, hadn't meant to lose himself for so long, and she looks...Katniss looks how she always looks. Sad. Weary. Betrayed, and this time it's his fault. "I'm sorry."