Finn looked down and away, shaking his head at his own actions. “Sorry.” He apologized, keeping his eyes averted. “I, um… don’t mind me.” He said. “Still not used to… uh… meaningful interaction.” He mentally kicked himself. Why are you like this? He questioned himself in thought. Maybe because he only really interacted with stormtroopers like himself and they weren’t really meant to have interpersonal relationships.
He would turn his eyes up to her face, locking eyes with her briefly before looking away again. Maker, why does she have to be so pretty?!
She stared with a lip that curled above its normal resting place. Katniss had yet to determine what she thought of him, besides the fact that his nature happened to make her want to smile. He was simply: kind. She appreciated him, more than she’d ever let on. ❛ Are any of us? There’s so little of it these days. ❜ The female gave him a smile to reassure him of the comfortability she still shared, regardless of his comment. ❛ It’s just nice to know someone is willing to have it at all. ❜
The company was nice. Having someone who didn’t look at her that way felt like a relief. Finn knew the truth about her, Katniss knew he’d felt it, but he made her feel for these moments she was normal. ❛ Just nice to be looked at, not stared at like there’s something wrong with me or something expected of me. ❜ She shrugged, hoping that feeling inside of her would slough off with it.