"You're not going to vomit on me, are you?" Finnick says, pulling back a little with a wrinkle of his nose. He's kidding for the most part, a smile still tugging at the corner of his lips. Because, despite the overbearing heat, he's actually in a fairly good mood. "Because I can tell you, I have had quite enough of that recently."

Though, to be fair, Annie's never actually vomited on him. And he doesn't really mind it, only wishes he could do something to make her feel even a little bit better. Instead, he just always feel completely useless and more and more guilty.