Letters, Chapter I

Hello?
Hey, sweetheart. I was just calling to tell you that I'm leaving.
What? Where are you going?
I'm going to travel the Districts and assess the damage. File reports and send them back to Paylor and Plutarch so they can decipher how much money to send for reconstruction. It'll really help the economy.
I don't want you to go.
I don't want to go. But I made this mess, I have to help clean it up.
When will you be back?
I don't know. I'm on my way to talk to Plutarch now.
What?! You're already gone?! Why didn't you tell me before?!
I knew you'd have a cow if you found out I was leaving. Sorry, sweetheart.
I'm following you, you ass.
Please don't sweetheart. I promise you, it won't be long.
But... you're my only friend beside Peeta. I'll miss you.
I'll miss you too, sweetheart. I promise, I'll be back soon. Until then, you could write me letters and make phone calls.
Okay... travel safe, Haymitch. I'll see you soon.
I'll see you soon, sweetheart. Goodnight.
Night, Haymitch.