I’ll see you at midnight… by *MariaSunderland Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn‘t recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It‘s the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena. Mockingjay, ch.21 This up there is that last time she touched him in the last arena.