He does know. He knows she'd never do any malicious damage to anything of his. Not that he would care. The only things that really, truly matter to Finnick are Mags and Annie, and Annie is right here, right at his side, her hand in his, grounding him into this moment, this impossible moment when instead of facing some of Panem's most skilled fighters, he'd found himself here, with Annie, Annie who he'd never had a chance to whisper any last words to before they'd parted.
He moves his hand, shifting the way their arms sit between them so it looks like they're sitting with their arms next to each other when, really, their forearms are pressed against each other, all the contact they can risk when they don't know who might be watching. They've kept their secret from public view for years, though they couldn't keep it from the Capitol. Only from the public, from Finnick's clients.
She gives him the tiniest of frowns, and he gives her a smile back, like he believes she's really okay, like he's just being charming, like this isn't breaking his heart.
"I don't know," he says, reluctantly looking away from her to let his eyes flick around the room again, looking for threats. Nobody's even looking at them. Why is nobody looking at them? Even if people might have forgotten Annie's face by now, he's Finnick Odair.
When he looks back at her, it's with a tension in his face showing in a stress-induced crease between his eyes.
"How did you get here?" he asks, his tone urgent. "You were ... you were at home. Did they..."
But the thought of the Capitol snatching her from her home is too much for him to voice.
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He moves his hand, shifting the way their arms sit between them so it looks like they're sitting with their arms next to each other when, really, their forearms are pressed against each other, all the contact they can risk when they don't know who might be watching. They've kept their secret from public view for years, though they couldn't keep it from the Capitol. Only from the public, from Finnick's clients.
She gives him the tiniest of frowns, and he gives her a smile back, like he believes she's really okay, like he's just being charming, like this isn't breaking his heart.
"I don't know," he says, reluctantly looking away from her to let his eyes flick around the room again, looking for threats. Nobody's even looking at them. Why is nobody looking at them? Even if people might have forgotten Annie's face by now, he's Finnick Odair.
When he looks back at her, it's with a tension in his face showing in a stress-induced crease between his eyes.
"How did you get here?" he asks, his tone urgent. "You were ... you were at home. Did they..."
But the thought of the Capitol snatching her from her home is too much for him to voice.