She hugs him back just as tightly, arms wrapped around his torso, squeezing and holding tight and never, ever wanting to let him go. He's like her lifeline. Like letting go would be akin to losing him forever. Losing him to the Games and to Snow and to all the other dangers they've ever faced in their lives. All the haunting dreams that plague her every night.

Her hands clench into fists against his back, fingers digging in to the material of his shirt for extra security. He's here. Peeta's here, hugging her and even kissing her and she feels breathless. He's here.

"You're here, too," she mumbles, getting the words out as she steals a glance up at him. "You're here and I should've looked for you. I should've. You've never left me alone in a game."

But she hadn't and she knows it. First and foremost came her own survival. Figuring out this place and how it worked. Like always, she's that selfish person that cares little about anything else but her own longevity.

The thoughts sting. But for now, she ignores them as she closes her eyes shut and rests her cheek against his chest. "You're here."