Wesley ran a gentle hand through her hair, fingers gently rubbing at her scalp. "Me too," he said softly. "I was -- rather curt to the others. Peeta and Gale and... I just couldn't concentrate on anything else."

His hands found a rhythm in her hair, stroking and then massaging her scalp with his fingertips. "I didn't mean to be a distraction," he said after a while. "But... I thought I could protect you. If I went along."