finnick kept denying that he was sunburnt, blaming it on some type of glitch, obviously joking.

"i never get sunburnt, you know that," he says, taking off his shirt. watching his back, you could've sworn that it looked as red as a tomato. "just a tiny lil' glitch in the matrix, y'know?"

you roll your eyes, looking away to give him space to undress.

even with the sand in his hair, hair ruffled up and messy, back red and hot like chilli peppers, he still jokes around as if this was a normal experience for him. not that you'd know, you always made sure to re-apply your sunscreen, whereas finnick didn't. frankly, he was basically trying to prove that he was immune to sunburns - as if that was possible.

he tossed his clothes into the laundry basket, towel around his hips as he waited patiently for the bathtub to fill up.

"you're not mad at me, are you?" finnick says, looking you straight in the eyes, sitting on the bathroom counter, kicking his feet out of boredom.

"don't be ridiculous," you chuckle softly.

when the bathtub fills up, he just straight on went in. no hesitation at all. it hurt, with the sunburn he had and all, but yet, he didn't take a second to hesitate or anything.

"impatient much?" you tease, grinning. he rolls his eyes in the most dramatic way, as if you just offended him, but you knew he doesn't take your teasing seriously. neither do you, honestly.

finnick's arms being sunburnt, he was basically unable to move them without being in pain, so you agreed to wash his hair.

...

shampooing his hair, massaging his scalp - oh, it felt like heaven to him. your soft hands running through his hair just felt so good. he found comfort in water itself, your presence was only making it even better. you were so soft with him.. so gentle.

"i love youuu," he said, his head falling back, eyes on you.

as if that was news to you..

with a chuckle, you look down at him, smiling. "love you more." still, washing his hair for him, sand everywhere. a distaster, truly.