Finnick sits back on his knees when Johanna pulls away from him like that, a sigh on his lips as he watches her carefully. There's a difference between him and others. Between most Careers and the other districts. Dead bodies aren't the problem. They never have been.

He reaches out for her ankle, thumb brushing over the skin gently. Not to frighten her. Comfort. He's not an idiot, after all. And then he tugs, just as gently, pulling her back.

"And here I thought my tears were the only ones that could reach your frigid heart."