Usually, Finnick is the one out of the two of them who knows how to work a crowd. He draws attention, and he knows how to keep it on him, to let Annie fade away into the invisibility that can only be brought by being unassuming in the presence of somebody who presumes everything.
Finnick knew that everything he did in the arena was a performance. He assumes that everything he does here is one too. But he hasn't had the energy for those games since he was pulled out of the arena into whatever this is.
Annie understands, though; when she looks up and sees him instead of commenting on the fact that he's up a tree instead of standing there waiting for her, she doesn't comment, she starts climbing as well.
Finnick reaches up, stretching out his arm until he can just reach the branch next to her, curling his fingers around the bark so they're in reach of her if she wants to, for a moment, touch his hand.
they are very normal and sensible people
Finnick knew that everything he did in the arena was a performance. He assumes that everything he does here is one too. But he hasn't had the energy for those games since he was pulled out of the arena into whatever this is.
Annie understands, though; when she looks up and sees him instead of commenting on the fact that he's up a tree instead of standing there waiting for her, she doesn't comment, she starts climbing as well.
Finnick reaches up, stretching out his arm until he can just reach the branch next to her, curling his fingers around the bark so they're in reach of her if she wants to, for a moment, touch his hand.
"Hey."