Finnick wrapped his arms around when she pressed in against his chest. He pressed his face momentarily to the top of her head and closed his eyes, just content to listening to them breathe. The start of Annie's tour felt like eons ago. It was strange how much a few weeks had changed them.
"No," Finnick answered, glancing down at her when she looked up at him. He pushed some of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips linger. "I'm sure Sara will come looking soon," he said with a faint smile. His mother was probably the only thing keeping his youngest sister from tearing over to Annie's house to reclaim him. His mother, who perhaps had the strongest delusions about just what had happened after his Games, seemed to believe that Annie would help drive him away from the lifestyle he'd developed in the Capitol. He dreaded whatever she was going to say when he got home.
"Do you want to come over for dinner?" Finnick asked quietly, his fingers idly touching her, gently caressing the line of her neck. It was probably too soon, he thought. He didn't want to let go of her yet, but it would probably be too much for her to sit there and listen to him lie to his family about everything that had happened.
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Date: 2014-03-04 04:30 pm (UTC)"No," Finnick answered, glancing down at her when she looked up at him. He pushed some of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips linger. "I'm sure Sara will come looking soon," he said with a faint smile. His mother was probably the only thing keeping his youngest sister from tearing over to Annie's house to reclaim him. His mother, who perhaps had the strongest delusions about just what had happened after his Games, seemed to believe that Annie would help drive him away from the lifestyle he'd developed in the Capitol. He dreaded whatever she was going to say when he got home.
"Do you want to come over for dinner?" Finnick asked quietly, his fingers idly touching her, gently caressing the line of her neck. It was probably too soon, he thought. He didn't want to let go of her yet, but it would probably be too much for her to sit there and listen to him lie to his family about everything that had happened.