Finnick tucked Annie in against his side, keeping them as close as they could possibly get without falling. It was just about as cold as it ever got in Four, and he was still contemplating going swimming -- probably heading down to the beach when it got dark and stripping free of all of his clothing. Part of him knew it was a stupid idea, but part of him also knew that he never felt right in his own skin here until he had been in the water -- as if it purged him of the last of the Capitol.

"Annie," Finnick answered, sounding incredulous. "My sisters love you so much, they will probably be more happy to see you than me." He didn't even think that it was an exaggeration. In the weeks before the Victory Tour -- the weeks in which he and Annie had been spending an increasing amount of time together, his youngest sisters had grown more and more fond of Annie and were completely ready to induct Annie into the Odair clan. He didn't dare mention it, knowing it would be a sore subject now, but Sara was already curiously chattering on about when they were getting married.

His father would ignore both of them, and his mother would fret over both of them not eating enough.