Sam blanches at that. It shouldn't surprise him, after everything else he's heard about the Capitol and the arena. And it doesn't, not really, but that doesn't make the thought any less distasteful.

His lack of immediate response doesn't seem to matter much, though, and when he realizes that Albert's zoned out a little on him, he doesn't bother giving one. Instead, he looks over the flowers, watching Albert out of the corner of his eye, just in case this is going to get worse than a little zoning.

When Albert apologizes, Sam quirks a small smile, shaking his head. "It happens, man, nothing to apologize for." He's quiet for a moment, then ventures, "I'm guessing just because you know someone might come back, doesn't make it a lot easier to watch them go."