Pansy didn't enjoy Theodore's rage or his pain. That much had always been true. She was not frightened by either emotion—she'd felt both intermittently for so long that they couldn't scare her anymore. Moving back to the couch with him, she draped her legs over his lap and pressed her forehead to his neck.
"I know you do. I miss everything we both had before the Games, too. You don't have to miss everything, though. I'm here." She wasn't his father and she didn't feel like District 2 anymore, but at least she could be something that he still had despite the fact that everything else was missing. Looking at him, she placed her hands on either side of his face and made him look at her. "This is where we are and some stupid twat isn't going to ruin it. I will make this place feel more like home for you in any way I can until Tewdric, Adele or Tom or any of our friends make it here themselves. Except for the cocoa. The cocoa has to stay, Teddy."