[Hanna]

[little_duck]

Prim stands outside the door to Hanna's apartment, smoothing out her skirt. While she knows that Hanna would never turn her away, Prim has a hard time shaking the shyness of her childhood. As usual, she takes a deep breath and knocks. Some of the butterflies in her stomach, she knows, are just a side-effect of seeing her friend-- a happy kind of nervous, really.

There's a small, carefully wrapped box in her messenger bag that she hasn't given to Hanna yet. It had taken her a while to find exactly what she wanted to give Hanna, and then a little longer to have it put on a proper chain.

Shifting the bag on her shoulder, she waits for the door to open.

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[little_duck]

"Haven't you read any books?" asks Prim, before she can think it through. "I've... there are books. It's not the same but you can...." She shakes her head, backing away.

Something else bubbles up inside her, besides the hurt. It's red and hot.

"You just did it with some boy. Who is he?"

[beautyof_form]

"I have, but no one talks about it. They talk about everything else, in class, and the doctors give you condoms and talk about babies, and I didn't..." she cut herself off, her eyes squeezing shut against that look of pain Prim had on her face. "I'm sorry, Prim. I wanted to know what it was like. I'm glad I know what it's like. I'm not... I'm not sorry that I know, but I'm sorry that I've hurt you."

Shaking her head, she insisted, "It doesn't matter. He wasn't just some boy, he's my friend and I trust him, but it doesn't matter. He's only a friend."

[little_duck]

Prim can't remember being angry like this before; is this what it's like to be Katniss? No lives are in danger, and yet she feels like the world is crashing down around her again.

"So if I had a friend, a boy, and I decided to have sex with him, would it be okay with you?" The question doesn't even form fully in her head before it's out of her mouth. "Would you be glad if I did?" Maybe she should, she thinks. She wipes furiously at her eyes.

[beautyof_form]

"Would I be glad? No, I wouldn't be glad. You've never told me what I can and cannot do, and neither have I to you, and I don't... I don't believe I would be angry at you for doing something that was never forbidden," Hanna admitted, whether it was the right thing to say or not. "I... If I was meant to know not to do this, if you told me and I somehow didn't realize, I am sorry, Prim. I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't... I didn't know I could."

[little_duck]

"I thought..." Prim starts, but she doesn't know how to finish it. She scrubs at her eyes, starts making sure she has her things, moves towards the door. The words find her a second later. "I thought you might be happy with just me. I didn't know I should tell you not to do that."

Her mouth tugs as if in spasm. "I have to go," she says, voice breaking. "I have to go." Her hand finds the doorknob and turns, letting her stumble out into the hall. She starts running, and she doesn't stop until she's on a train, knees pulled up to her chest, sobbing.