After what felt like an hour but was probably only a few minutes, Katniss's tears dried up. She was still shaking, though, horrible dry sobs wracking her body. She gave a little strangled sound that was almost a scream when she was suddenly grabbed, and then choked it off immediately when she realized a heartbeat later that it was Finnick. For a moment she thought she was imagining it, because images of him had been going through her mind-- Finnick in the arena, in District 13, here in New York-- as if his life were flashing before her eyes. Then she realized it was actually him, and somehow, that was worse.
The mantra of no started up in her head again, an internal denial of the truth. No. No no no no no
She raised her hands to her face to cover it, trying to hide away from him. What could she tell him? There had been no other bad news, aside from the fact that Boggs had died, but she barely knew Boggs. That wouldn't be enough to cause a breakdown like this. She felt ashamed of herself, but then, it wasn't just grief that was going through her right now. Compounding upon it was the weight of everything she'd been letting him carry for her lately.
At his question, she shook her head fiercely, fighting the urge to start crying again. Her throat closed over, and for a long moment she couldn't have managed to answer him in words even if she'd wanted to. Then Gigi made her way back over and dug her nails painfully into Katniss's thigh, which usually made her want to kick the stupid kitten out into the streets-- but in this case, it helped her to finally get a little bit of a grip on her sanity.
She dragged in a deep, ragged breath-- more of a gulp of air, really. In a trembling voice, desperately trying to pull herself together to avoid hurting Finnick, she managed to say, "I found your stupid kitten."