Sitting down against a wall, Finnick Knotted the rope held between his fingers. He wasn’t having a good time right now, so he used that to keep his mind straight.

You noticed, and walked over, sitting down next to him. You took a peek at his hands, slowly becoming calloused because of the rope.

“I’m sorry, I-“ He cut himself off, his voice was softer and more innocent than usual, like he was on the verge of breaking apart. Reality must of hit him.