Fine. Somebody Else Can Arrange

You're Not Going To Die. I Forbid It. All Right?" "all Right," He Whispers.

So I Thought If I Stopped Being So, You Know, Wounded, We Could Take A Shot At Just Being Friends. - Peeta Mellark

While I Was Waiting...i Ate Your Lunch.

Ally." Peeta Says The Words Slowly, Tasting It. "friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll Add It To The List Of Words I Use To Try To Figure You Out. The Problem Is, I Can't Tell What's Real Anymore, And What's Made Up.

It’s Not Wondering What I Breathe In, But Who, That Threatens To Choke Me.