He remembers his Tour, torn between desperately wanting to speak to the other Victors and just wanting to be left alone, not wanting any more reminders as though he wasn't surrounded by the Games from start to finish. There are a lot of things he wishes he had warnings about but knows it impossible. He is not surprised by Jyn's silence, and he's not interested in making her chit chat.

How do Victors chit chat? Even the ones with more years on the circuit than him don't seem to have that answer.

The hush falls over them again, save for the dull murmurs of a waiting crowd, the fluttering voices of gossiping teams prepping the perfect photo op. He's lost count of how often his picture has been taken over the years; it's point and click at this point, a flash of a smile in the Capitol's preference while he imagines smashing the photographer's fingers with the camera. It makes his skin crawl thinking about how many people might have his photo in their house. But it's still preferable to the alternative of physically being in the house.

"I am not very good at making friends. It might just be better to pretend."