It's hard for her to hear him talk that way, not just about Haymitch but about her. There is no comparison and no need for any and she wishes John could see that. She deserves whatever ghosts haunt her and Haymitch...

"There is no blood on your hands, John. You're a sweet, gentle man and you don't deserve any of this. That's all that matters."

She leans into his touch then, wondering suddenly if he would be open to being distracted in other ways. They are both exhausted, but maybe not too exhausted to enjoy each other for a bit. Sliding her hands slowly up his thighs she licks her lips and lets a bit of heat show in her eyes. Nothing he can't ignore if he chooses to, but at least the opening is there. "And yes. You can tell me about anything you'd like. You know I'm always interested."