there's no relief in waking

✁ finnick orrr sam

“You’re probably right about that,” he snorted, trying to make light of the situation, despite feeling a sense of dread deep in his stomach. “I’ll be here.” As Finn watched her walk away, he berated himself, deciding to get changed as much as he could whilst he was waiting. God forbid one of the infirmary staff caught him half-naked and drinking coffee — he’d never get out of there. Grabbing a jacket Kol had left behind, he zipped it up, and pulled on the drawstring pants patients were forced to wear. It was the best he could do for now, and he made it right on time. Grinning at her joke, a master at masking, he took the cup and sat down. 

“Uh-huh.” Allison nodded, faking her belief with a raised eyebrow. “So that’s how it is.” Her tone dripped sarcasm, but it was light-hearted.

“That’s how it is,” he repeated with a shrug, a grin lifting his lips once she’d agreed. “Thank you. I certainly owe you one, don’t let me forget it. But yes, it’s good to be up. Another second in there, I would’ve become one with the sheets.” Finnick joked, though his smile slipped completely when she continued on.

“Oh, don’t flatter me, Finnick Odair. I’ll get lightheaded.” Amy smiled, genuinely, until she felt eyes on them. It wouldn’t take a genius to decipher who from, a jealous socialite, prying for Finnick’s attention. She dropped the flirtatious banter, knowing better than to irritate the attendants, despite how much she wanted to. “Have you tried the salmon? It’s to die for.”

Amy glanced Finnick over as he approached, her eyebrows raised in both surprise and interest. It was easy to forget your daily plans when Finnick Odair was standing in front of you, in nothing but his underwear. "Well well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

Finnick laughed lightly, well and truly used to the comments, but still feeling a lingering sense of discomfort. Her gaze had been intentional and it made him wary, but it wasn't far from their usual banter so he swallowed the alarm, assuming she was just joking around. As far as he was aware, everything was business as usual. “As are you, my dear. You look well!”

“Oh, yeah. A right ole’ bundle of laughs this is. My favourite part of each year.”

“Well, getting to see you again is certainly a favourite part of mine.”