Finnick already knows who's on the other side of that door. He's put Mags to bed a little bit earlier. She needs the rest, should get as much as possible. Besides, she'd never try to beat the door down like some animal. That's not Mags.
Still, he sits on the edge of his bed, hands clasped together on his knees, head bowed as he listens to her pounding on the door. He doesn't want to bother. He doesn't want to leave this spot. Doesn't want to leave Annie. The idea of the arena doesn't scare him; not accomplishing what he wants does, though.
But the pounding starts to make him wince, and with a soft noise, he heaves himself to his feet. Makes himself walk to the door and opens it.
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Date: 2013-12-09 03:45 am (UTC)Still, he sits on the edge of his bed, hands clasped together on his knees, head bowed as he listens to her pounding on the door. He doesn't want to bother. He doesn't want to leave this spot. Doesn't want to leave Annie. The idea of the arena doesn't scare him; not accomplishing what he wants does, though.
But the pounding starts to make him wince, and with a soft noise, he heaves himself to his feet. Makes himself walk to the door and opens it.
"Johanna."