Max Caulfield & Peeta Mellark
Camouflage. It sounded like he might have been involved in something like a war or battle. If so, Max felt bad. War and fighting was horrible even if sometimes such actions were necessary. The toll they took on people was of a nightmare quality. She hoped he managed to find some peace here and a good venue for his talents as a painter.
"Well, I would certainly love to see some of your work someday," she replied with a smile. "And, uh, here." Max slipped the photo out of the binder, still carefully sealed in it's plastic sleeve and placed it in an envelope before passing it to Peeta. "Why don't you take it? Maybe it will be a good sign for you too."