Fuss over inane details such as the drape of a shirt or the color of a flower were the kind of trivial nonsense that Thor allowed himself to be more visibly annoyed with. Since being put in this position, Thor has learned how to hide even more of himself than he had been used to and has spent more time self-consciously fretting over his external appearance in these past few weeks than he had in the entirety of fourteen years. There was only one person in all of Panem that needed to believe in his performance and if Thor could convince him through these appearances like they had agreed, that was all he concerned himself with.
With glazed over eyes, Thor watched silently as the photographer's assistants ripped the flowers from the bed, tossing them haphazardly off to the side with no thought spared for them. How many of the people of Panem were treated just like those blooms, thrown aside for being deemed useless? Shaking his head, he stepped back as a stray clump of dirt hurled towards him. His appointed stylist lamented ridiculously over it, scolding the young assistant with her strange high pitched voice while she brushed perhaps two grains of dirt that had stuck to the hem of his pants.
She then proceeded to comment about his posture, his hands in his pockets, the closed off way he was standing as she adjusted his jacket. Standing as if nothing more than a statue, he let her comments slip in one ear and out the other and remained immobile, his expression blank and his eyes empty.
Hearing another voice, Thor seemed to come back to life and he followed the sound and found that it belonged to Bucky. It was strange how Thor seemed to know so little about the other Victors when he had believed as a child that once you won the Games, all the Victors knew everything about each other and saw each other often. While Thor knew everything about the Victors that came before him, the ones who came after were a mystery. And, well, that "everything" about those Tributes was, truthfully, limited to what he witnessed in their Games and their interviews and Thor knew now how little of that was completely genuine. Perhaps Thor himself had been one of the few where his natural personality and the one he projected to all of Panem was only groomed in the fields of pronunciation and diction and not content. Back then, he had been a stupid naive child who loved the Games and his mentor had used that and his appearance and charm to sell him to the Capitol.
"Thank you," Thor replied to Bucky, moving away from the stylist with only a small smile. His thank you held dual meaning as both a acceptance of the offer and a thinly disguised gratitude for being able to escape the set. Still, he fell silent again as he was led through the house and he absently glanced around. There were details in this place that reminded him of the houses back the Victor's Village from Two, though there were a few things that seemed to maybe be local color. Perhaps there were things like that in the ones he remembered, only he couldn't see them. "No, I would hardly think not. However even menial positions in the Capitol where exposure is guaranteed are fought over to the death." Thor's comment then seemed equally as dual-sided as his earlier words, but they were not directed harshly at anyone, though they could have easily seemed to apply to himself or even his brother.
Thor was aware his body language and tone of voice were a harsh change from the jovial and open way he had presented himself outside, but there were no longer any cameras rolling and watching him like vultures and he could let that second personality fall away and recharge. There were still hours to go before this excursion was over and he had no leniency. Without hesitating or questioning the consequences, Thor pulled his flask from the hidden inside pocket of his jacket and allowed himself the weakness of indulging his horrible addiction. It was better to do just that than to suffer the result of ignoring it. Replacing the flask without a word, Thor rolled his shoulders.
"I do have to thank you for the brief escape. I can only take so much of her attention," Thor stated with a hollow laugh, turning the conversation away from the direction he himself had put in on.