Finnick did come precariously close to losing his balance when she pushed at him; only one of his hands hastily grabbing the lip of the tub saved him from going in completely. It was no surprise that she wouldn't agree with it now.

He tried to give her some space until she abruptly launched into her speculation on what he thought of her. Then, he was up in a minute, chasing after her again. He crossed the small space of the bathroom, feet leaking water across the floor. He put both his hands on her shoulders, turning her gently so that she was facing him.

"I do not think you are crazy," he said firmly. They all had their scars from the Hunger Games, and she had seen things that most people would never deal with in their life. "If you say this is what you want, I believe you. What else do you need from me to make us work?"