Haymitch shook his head listening to the tales of dreams that weren't so far from his own. "That's rough." It wasn't exactly the right thing to say but he wasn't sure what to say. It wasn't like he was one for words and knowing what to say. It was part of what gave him his charm he would like to think.
"Suppose it makes you thankful we live here where we do, huh?" That was one thing he got out of all his dreams and the like.