There was a certain kind of stillness in the room that morning, a sense of calm that came from having Katniss in his bed. He wasn't used to just sleeping with a woman, holding her and not trying to do anything else, but Katniss was so different from the other women he had been with, and they were still toeing the line about where they stood with one another. It wouldn't have been appropriate to try anything, and Haymitch would have felt guilty as hell. Waking up that morning, he still sort of did, even though he was happy to have Katniss in his arms and neither of them were pulling away. It occurred to the older man that something was going to have to be done about the feelings he had for her, either a confession was in order or Haymitch would have to get rid of them somehow.

“Morning,” he said quietly, a shadow of a smile on his lips. When she spoke, Haymitch knew that he couldn't simply get rid of his feelings, or ignore them. The moment seemed perfect, a lazy morning, nowhere to be, he could have told her. He should have, but there was a long moment of silence between them and Katniss squeezed his hand before she got out of bed and left the room. Haymitch sighed and watched her go, wishing that she would have stayed a little longer. 

At first, Prim hadn't believed Gale when he said that he slept better with her there, but the proof was all over his face the next morning. Gale looked rested, even sort of cheerful and Prim couldn't help but smile as she woke up all the way. “Good morning,” she smiled, not wanting to move yet. They had all morning to lay there and pretend the Games weren't happening, just the two of them procrastinating on training. Besides that, she was warm and Prim was happy, she didn't want to get up and be reminded that they were still far from home and that they would have to compete against each other for their lives.

Soon, Prim could hear people moving around and she knew that they had to get up. She left Gale's room and got dressed for the day, taking it slow until she had a late breakfast with the others before training. It was more of the same thing from the previous days, knife skills, defensive and offensive combat moves, but Prim made sure to get the most out of it. With Peeta's plan still in her mind, she wanted to be as prepared as she possibly could. The others obviously felt the same way, as she saw Gale, Finnick and Johanna working hard, and both Haymitch and Katniss continued to prove that they weren't to be messed with. It was comforting to see such hard work and Prim knew that the group and its alliance would be okay when it came time for the Games. Seven days was a long time, but they were prepared, and they had each other.
The rest of the day went on without a hitch. The tributes broke for lunch, which Prim found to be uneventful and then went back for more training. Her muscles were definitely starting to feel sore, and she toyed with the idea of another bath that night. At the very least, there would be no training the next day. As Effie had explained it, no one wanted to mingle with sweaty tributes at a social event. Once again, they would all be polished and primped, and stuffed into clothes that weren't their style, but it didn't matter because they looked good. Prim couldn't say that she was looking forward to it, but she did want to dance with Gale—that was promising.

At the end of the day, training had finally concluded and Haymitch was ready to get out of the uniform. Once the four of them were back upstairs in the penthouse, the blonde man went to take a quick shower. He was less sore than he had been in previous days, but there was still a little bit of achey tenderness running through his shoulders. The hot tub that he'd once thought of as flashy and unnecessary was looking better and better, and Haymitch thought he might take a dip after dinner, just to relax and unwind. 
When he came into the dining room, he noticed that Katniss and Prim weren't there, but Gale and Effie were. For the last month, every time Haymitch had looked at Gale, Prim wasn't far behind and although he wanted to give them both a lecture about what silly crushes could mean for the arena, it would have been terribly hypocritical of him. For once, Haymitch kept his mouth shut and took a seat at the table. He snagged a glass of water, tired of the sweetness of juice that he wasn't able to enhance with liquor. 

“You can dance?” Haymitch asked, one eyebrow raised. He was surprised, Gale didn't look like a guy who was too light on his feet. 

“Can't you?” Effie asked, more than likely ready to offer lessons if he said no.

Haymitch could dance, he just didn't like to and thought it was rather pointless. Still, it was a good skill to have and women liked that sort of thing for some reason. “Course I can,” he nodded to the escort.

Back in her room, Prim had come out of the bathroom after a quick shower of her own. She was dressed in something comfortable and toweling off her hair, happy to see that Katniss was still sitting on her bed. Earlier in the day, Prim had mentioned needing to talk to the older girl about something, and although Gale hadn't said not to say anything, Prim still wanted her sister's approval about the situation. It would have been hard for her to keep two secrets from Katniss, and keeping her out of the plan was already difficult. She prepared herself and finally turned to the older girl, tossing the damp towel onto a chair.

“Are you going to be mad at me?” she asked, but then quickly shook her head. Katniss wouldn't be mad, maybe a little shocked, but not mad. The blonde waved her hands, “last night, I was talking to Gale and...” she paused, unable to keep the smile off of her face, “we kissed.” It was such a silly thing to be talking about when they were about to go into the arena, and love was likely to get a tribute killed, but Prim couldn't help what happened. Prim looked to Katniss, trying to read her, but her sister's face had always been a difficult one.