Tink and Haymitch were mostly professional aquaintences. There wasn't a whole lot of reason for him to know about her personal life. Though she liked that he cared. Maybe this was the next step in their friendship?
She tried to smile, but it didn't really work. "I've been... I don't know."
Tink's house was large and well furnished. She'd inherited it from the Old Man who owned the Garge before he passed. Right now, though, it was a bit sloppy, with old, take-out containers and laundry on surfaces. The biggest clue that something was wrong, though, was the lack of tools and inventions scattered around the place.
Tink hadn't been flying, and she hadn't been inventing. She was just not herself since Anders left.
She plopped down on the sofa and picked up the remote, though she didn't put the movie on. "...my boyfriend moved out. It's temporary, he says, because of some Dream stuff that's been going on, but... I don't know. I miss him. I'm trying to hold hope that he's coming back, I'm just scared."