Her words bit at him more than he could say, the accusation lancing through his chest. Finnick didn't try to reach for her as she pulled away, but did quickly try to disguise the hurt that had to be apparent on his face with an old but still well-worn mask. There was no point in responding to the comment, he knew. (Could have said, he thought bitterly, that she would know very well if he ever decided to start treating her like one of his sponsors.) But he knew that wasn't fair, because she was scared, and more than just their lives were at stake.
They'd both been gone from their world for months now, and it was terrible how a few seconds back in it could tear them down once more.
"Annie," Finnick said calmly, and pointedly didn't reach for her again. "There are other people at that hotel. Tristan will be fine." Katniss or Johanna would have to notice they were gone. They would take care of him until he and Annie got back.
But, in truth, he zeroed in more quickly on her plan. It was an easier thing to focus on.
"You know this arena," he reminded her quietly. She might not have experienced, but, despite his pleading, he knew that she would have watched him compete. "Tell me what we need to to get out."
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They'd both been gone from their world for months now, and it was terrible how a few seconds back in it could tear them down once more.
"Annie," Finnick said calmly, and pointedly didn't reach for her again. "There are other people at that hotel. Tristan will be fine." Katniss or Johanna would have to notice they were gone. They would take care of him until he and Annie got back.
But, in truth, he zeroed in more quickly on her plan. It was an easier thing to focus on.
"You know this arena," he reminded her quietly. She might not have experienced, but, despite his pleading, he knew that she would have watched him compete. "Tell me what we need to to get out."