"I know," Finnick murmured, his fingers journeying over the jut of her elbows and then her wrists so he could tangle his own fingers with hers.

"We'll work something out though, right?" he said, a small smile crossing his lips. He tucked his fingers gently under her chin and pressed another soft kiss to her mouth.

He wasn't sure if he had really felt like he was home until that moment. It hearkened back, he supposed, to the weeks they had spent together before the Victory Tour. Even then he had known that things would be difficult, but it had been okay, because it was the two of them working together.