_{[ Oh, that was right, she had, hadn't she? In sweet nights spent in laughter and warmth and he shook his head. He couldn't think like that right now. They were friends, not romantically involved, even if a romantic aspect simmered between them through false memories. He had remembered them some nights, alone in his room on the Enterprise. He had remembered a lot of things...}

He clung to Katniss, not afraid to show weakness before her. She had seen more of him than many - maybe not from his own consent, but she had seen and he found himself leaning on her naturally despite the gap he had experience. And wasn't that a kicker still? A year for him, three days for year. Like it wasn't awkward enough. ]

Well, just so you know, it's still in great shape. Just like you remember. Maybe tighter.