Finnick smiles warmly as he wanders over and sits next to her on the couch. He had his suspicions that she'd try to wait up for him, which he took into account when she was resisting the whole idea of leaving. He liked the idea of her waiting up much more than wandering London's strets half asleep looking for trouble, so he had insisted. It was certainly for the best. "No, no, it's fine," he tells her as he passes a hand over her hair. It's a calming gesture for her and for himself, but for now it's just a reminder to enjoy the moment.

"It's done," he says, "at least for tonight. We had no more trouble after you left. Havering belongs to the fae now."