"And what? Dismantling everything meant we couldn't talk? That you couldn't visit?" She hadn't tried to do so either. There were no letters sent on her part, no phone calls made, but until a few weeks ago she had barely gotten out of bed. She'd only just begun hunting again. If she hadn't been sitting there before him in this weird house, she wasn't sure she would have tried reaching out at all. There was still everything that had happened with the bombs and how they connected with his and Beetee's ideas that wafted around in her head, turning her stomach.
"I guess that isn't that fair." She picked at her nail, letting out a long sigh as she watched the cat tumble on the floor while chasing after some dust balls. Anger was an easy emotion to hold onto if she allowed herself to, but Katniss was exhausted, beaten down by the intensity of it and she didn't want to be angry with Gale. The good had become too entwined with the horrible and she worried that it would blot out any of the good that was left. Though, considering they were in this house none of that probably mattered.
She looked back over at him, shrugging just a little. "I missed you too." Twelve hadn't been the same, though perhaps that was a good thing. Didn't make the lack of him and several others any easier to bare.