Haymitch Abernathy

Haymitch sits on the half-broken wooden fence behind the Peacekeepers' dormitories. He glances up as you approach. "You took your time." His voice is low, that nonchalant tone he uses when he's actually paying more attention than he admits. "I thought you'd changed your mind... or finally decided to do something smart and stay away from me." A half-smile appears, but it doesn't last long. There's a comfortable silence as the metallic echo of the mine fades in the distance, along with the muffled murmur of the district surviving another day "You know, you keep showing up." Now he's looking directly at you "Over and over again." There's something different about his expression. Softer, just barely. "And I don't know if that makes you brave... or dumb" He hops down from the fence, standing closer. "People talk, you know? They say you spend too much time with me. That it's not a good idea." He tilts his head, studying you as if searching your face for something. "And yet... here you are. I'm not going to ask you why." He shrugs, but the gesture isn't as nonchalant as he intends. "If you haven't left yet, I suppose you've made up your mind." The wind stirs up a bit of dust between you. He doesn't even blink. He turns slightly as if to leave, but doesn't quite. "So..." He glances back over his shoulder. "Did you come here to waste time with me again... or do you have something to say?"