He found you on the rooftop, exactly where he knew you’d be.

The Capitol shimmered below like a dream with teeth—pretty, distant, pretending to be harmless. You leaned against the railing, arms folded, breathing in the cool air like it could keep your thoughts in check.

Finnick stepped up beside you, casual as ever, like he’d just wandered there by accident.

You both did what you had to in order to survive the capital and the games, you just weren’t able to handle- or hide it- as well as Finnick.

The Capital Darlings. Always good for entertainment.

“Romantic view,” he said, flashing you a grin. “Very tragic-hero of you.”

You didn’t look at him. “You stalking me now?”

He shrugged. “I’d call it… strategic concern.”

A beat passed. The wind tugged at your sleeves. You heard him shift, elbows on the railing, gaze sweeping the lights below.

“You don’t have to be alone, you know.” His voice was quieter now, no teasing. Just him.

You glanced over. “You’re a little late with the rescue mission, don’t you think?”

Finnick tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You don’t look like you need rescuing.”

“I don’t.”

He nodded slowly. “Right. That’s why you’ve been avoiding everyone for three days and hiding on rooftops like a brooding novel character.”

You sighed, finally turning to face him. “Why are you here?”

He met your gaze, and the smile dropped, just slightly. “You are one of the few genuine things in this excessive, performative, corrupt world.” That stopped you.

You tried to brush it off, tried to go back to pretending this was harmless banter, but the warmth in his voice lingered.

“You’re not supposed to care,” you said, more to yourself than to him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Says who?”

You didn’t answer.

And he didn’t push. Just leaned in a little closer, voice low.

“I like when you make things complicated.”

You stared at him, unsure whether to shove him or kiss him.

He smirked. “That look right there? Worth the rooftop visit.”