"Bullshit," she bites out. "You were curled up like a jackass feeling sorry for yourself." But they're empty words, serving only as a vehicle for her anger. Nothing intended to actually hurt him.
Usually she makes a show of resisting, but she doesn't bother this time. Finnick reaches for her and Johanna is sort of already walking towards him the second she sees his arms moving. She doesn't hug him or anything, but her forehead is pressed to his chest, her breathing low and unsteady.
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Date: 2013-12-09 04:16 am (UTC)Usually she makes a show of resisting, but she doesn't bother this time. Finnick reaches for her and Johanna is sort of already walking towards him the second she sees his arms moving. She doesn't hug him or anything, but her forehead is pressed to his chest, her breathing low and unsteady.