Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I had the brilliant, twisted mind of Suzanne Collins, I don't. I own nothing but the idea.

It was the middle of a warm Summer day, and Katniss and Gale had stopped hunting to eat lunch. Their lunch that day was stale bread and a few edible plants, which sadly was quite a good meal compared to what they were used to. Gale looked unusually sad that day, and when Katniss asked what was bothering him, he replied, "Today would've been my father's birthday."

She looked at him with renewed sympathy. "I'm so sorry. I know it sucks to think about him."

He shrugged. "Yeah. But it really upsets my mom. I'm sad for her more than I am for me."

The young girl knew what he meant. She felt the same way about her mom, though she wouldn't ever show it. It had been really hard for her when he died, maybe the hardest. Katniss missed her dad more than words could describe, but sometimes she wondered if she missed him for her own sake, or for her mother's. Her mother had loved him a lot. And Katniss realized the same must apply to Gale's mom. "She really loved him, huh?"

He nodded, and there was something in his eyes that she couldn't quite put her finger on. "Do you ever think about love, Katniss?"

It was so sudden, and she was startled. "No. No, I try not to."

"Why's that?"

She sighed. "I don't know, because of my parents maybe."

"Because of your dad?" Katniss nodded. "Well, I think about it. All the time."

There was that thing in his eyes again, so prominent and obvious, yet so hard for her to understand. She sent him a confused glance. "Yeah? Think about it how?"

"What it means. And…"

"And what, Gale?"

"Nothing."

She knew to let things like this go; he was very stubborn and if he didn't want to tell her something, she couldn't make him. So she took a moment to really think about love like he'd suggested. "Well, I think there are many kinds of love."

It was Gale's turn to look confused. "Like what?"

"Love doesn't always have to be romantic, Gale," she explained. "There's family love, too. And then there's what we have."

He looked a bit wistful, and a bit sad. "And what is that?"

"The love between friends. That's all. It's different from romantic love."

He sighed and stood up, the emotion seemingly forced out of his eyes. "We should get back to hunting."

She was shocked at the sudden change in his demeanor, but he was just hard to understand, and she was used to it. Nodding, she stood up after him. "Okay."

So I randomly had this idea, and I needed to get it out there. So, what did anyone think? Good, bad, okay? I'd love to hear your thoughts in a review!