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.But Peeta wasn't upset about it in the slightest.It meant more time with Cato.It meant more chances to bear witness to the spectacle that was a truly happy Cato.Peeta would hold onto the bad news, for now, that President Snow was unconvinced and that they were to go to their separate Districts after the Tour.As long as it meant he got to spend another minute with this Cato.Since their engagement, Cato had been moving with a lighter step and talking with a quicker wit.It was the easiest thing in the world to pull a laugh from him, and the affection he showed towards Peeta was intoxicating.Peeta could get lost for hours in just the simplest thing like touching Cato, holding him or being held, and pressing soft kisses against his sun tanned skin.They fucked once more in the morning before leaving, and two more times on the train ride to District Two.Peeta wasn't sure how much more he could take in one day, but he'd sure try.Anything for that smile that crinkled his nose and sparked his amber eyes.Upon arriving in District Two Peeta's eyes were immediately captivated by their famous landmark, the Nut.It was quite the spectacle to behold.The mountain towered over all the interconnected towns of District Two, with railways intersecting them all and leading up to the behemoth of a mountain.The peak was capped with snow and Peeta wondered if anyone climbed to the top of it for sport.Cato filled him in on how the inside was practically hollowed out for their industrial war complex.Ammunitions, tanks, hovercrafts and other machinations of war were stored there.It was also a major production hub of stone.If Cato's father hadn't won the Hunger Games, his family would still be working the stone quarries.It was weird to think that he owed the chance of even meeting Cato to the fact that his father first won the Hunger Games by way of his ruthless killing style.As they walked through the town center towards Victors' Village, Peeta couldn't help but notice all the attention directed their way, or more specifically Peeta's.It was different than it was at home.The people here regarded him warily if not with outright hostility.Some children pointed and their parents quickly guided them away, while others sneered at the sight of them."I had no idea you were so unpopular here," Peeta whispered, as they made their way down a side street, hand-in-hand.Cato was nothing short of defiant in the way he held himself as he walked with Peeta to his home.His hand tensed in Peeta's at the statement."Well, I didn't want to tell you over the phone, but yeah, it hasn't been the easiest.Most people here want to continue their alliance with the Capitol.They think they have it good.They view my relationship with you as an act of treason," He replied rather blandly, like it was all terribly boring and not absolutely horrifying."But it will all be better once you're here with me."He said it so confidently Peeta almost believed it was true.Then he remembered Cato still didn't know.His gut twisted in guilt, but he ignored it."Treason?" Peeta asked."They think," Said Cato discretely, "You acted out of defiance to the Capitol and so, by association, I did too.My friendship with Dreg has been on the rocks ever since.""Who's Dreg?""You'll meet him tonight.He's the Mayor's son."Peeta felt embarrassed.He should know these things about his boyfriend, at the very least the names of his friends.But Peeta was quickly realizing how little he did know about the man he claimed to love.Cato didn't seem to want to say more and his grip was crushing on Peeta's hand, so he closed his mouth and focused on taking in the scenery.The buildings in 2 were even nicer than home, most of them having been built out of the respectable stone and marble they got from their quarries.Even all the streets were paved, a novelty only afforded to the very center of town back at home.The differences between the districts never ceased to astound Peeta.It was easy to tell when they arrived in Victors' Village, the houses all looked similar to the one he lived in except for the third story they each held.Three stories, now that was something unheard of in District 12.The street was even being expanded at the end with mute Avoxes scurrying about building a set of four new homes."You've actually run out of victory homes?" Peeta asked in disbelief.Cato shrugged, obviously uncomfortable with the meanings of it all—that he came from such a world where as Peeta had only ever known poverty and the art of barely scraping by.Peeta was too busy analyzing the houses they passed that he didn't see the woman approaching in time and his shoulder just happened to graze against hers."Watch it." The woman hissed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]