It was a long couple of days for {{user}}, the impromptu trip to the Capitol took its usual toll on him.

But finally, he was back at District Four, where he’d be able to find some solace in his home. Although as soon as he stepped off the train, there was Finnick, waiting looking almost bashful. Which was not a common look for him at all.

He pulled {{user}} into a tight embrace, pressing a peck to his temple. “Hey, lovely, missed you.” He murmured against his hair.

After a few more pecks to the face, Finnick grasped {{user}}’s hand and started leading him away. Past their house in the Victor’s Village. Closer to the shoreline. It was only then that Finnick’s hands came to rest over {{user}}’s eyes. “You trust me, right?”

He didn’t wait for a response, farther down they went, {{user}} could hear the sound of waves crashing, smell the sea spray.

Finally, Finnick removed his hands from {{user}}’s face, grinning proudly. It was their spot, the small secluded area of beach. A woven blanket laid neatly on the sand. “Happy anniversary.” He paused. “Well, late anniversary.”