#mv-23

             "Katniss, I know you probably don't want to deal with me right now, but I can't sleep, so I... just needed to talk to someone, and... I dunno, I just picked you, don't ask. Sorry if I wake you up, but, hey, if you're anything like me you're probably not getting much sleep either, am I right? I just... I miss everyone, Kat. I miss my dad, I miss Mags, I miss every single tribute that I was supposed to save, that I couldn't save, and it's not fair. I know I've no right to complain to you, I know you've got it just as bad, but... oh, what the hell am I saying? I'm such an idiot. I'll hang up, now. Sorry. Bye."

"Never! It's a completely new sensation- terrible, really. I don't see how anyone can deal with such a thing..." Finnick couldn't help but allow a grin to settle over his features.

Finnick dragged a hand through his already messy hair as a sigh escaped from parted lips. "Honestly, it didn't occur to you that maybe it'd be important someday? You live in the Capitol, I'm sure you had some access to a pool, or something..." He stated with slight disbelief. People in the Capitol were so weird.

"Right, um, you're Katniss' escort, aren't you?" Finnick inquired. "... Don't you sort of have a thing with Haymitch? Because I'd prefer him not trying to murder me..."

"Mine isn't all that great, either, and I don't think Katniss or Peeta are giving up the good ones very easily."

"Doesn't get what?" Finnick inquired, head cocking slightly to the side. He was more than willing to help her, but it'd be helpful to know what with.

                                       FINNCK ODAIR

"It's a terrible joke."