Date: 2014-03-05 04:12 am (UTC)
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Finnick cast her an amused glance when she began to pick at his bread and then merely held it out to her in offering and surrender. He adored when she was playful, if only because it was a side of her that seemed almost hidden and certainly one he hadn't seen at all while they were on Tour.

"I'm sure I'll find a way," Finnick said with a smile. He certainly hadn't brought anything back from the Capitol, because he didn't think there was a single thing in the entire city that held any value for her.

Finnick reached for Annie's hand when she began to speak to his mom, catching it gently underneath the table. He ran his hand slowly along her palm, enjoying such a simple and profound point of contact.

"Thank you, dear," Finnick's mother answered, taking a momentary break to sit down beside them. "You poor thing, getting sick on your Tour. It's no wonder though. The ridiculous pace they set you at. Finnick was sick at the end of his Tour, too."

Finnick squeezed Annie's hand lightly. He'd been sick in the same way Annie had been, of course. Terrified of the world he had stepped into and overwhelmed by what was expected of him now.
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