Finnick watches her, growing more curious and more concerned by the second as she folds herself in half in the sand, forehead resting against her knee. The marble slowly warms to the temperature of his skin and he palms it gently before lowering to a crouch before her. But he still doesn't move any closer, approaching as though she's a wounded animal.
He glances down at himself, partly for show though she's not looking at him and says, "But I'm not. See?" He picks up another few marbles, glass clinking dully against glass in his hand. "It's okay. We're both okay."
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Date: 2012-01-27 06:13 pm (UTC)He glances down at himself, partly for show though she's not looking at him and says, "But I'm not. See?" He picks up another few marbles, glass clinking dully against glass in his hand. "It's okay. We're both okay."