Finnick looks away again, at some point on the floor as he takes in this new information. He still feels so broken and small and it's awful and he can't do this right now.

"I need to think on it," he says, finally pushing away from the table and standing up carefully. "I want him gone, but I..."

He avoids Eames' gaze, feeling ashamed that he isn't up to talking this through or being ready to do this immediately. He starts to walk away, feeling like he needs to get out before he pauses again, realizing that it's probably rude to just leave, so he stops and waits for Eames' response.