“Sometimes,” says the taller of the men, coming up to Peeta with an air of slight menace, “Sometimes you just have to get out.”
“That’s right,” says his companion. “Get out.”
“And sometimes you’ve had your fill,” says the taller man.
“But you still have to get out,” says the other man.
“Do you want to see her again?” the taller man asks.
Without hesitation, Peeta says yes.
“Then let’s get going,” the shorter man says.
And just like that, Peeta leaves. This time, he doesn’t bother to ask if he can put on some clothes.