Finnick smiles down at his hands, and it's a tired sort of smile. "I'd love to be as sure as you," he says, despite Lancelot's pause. He thinks far too often that boredom would be preferable to how he feels a lot of the time, but he knows Lancelot is right for the most part. If he didn't have what happened to him he wouldn't have Annie or a purpose like he does now.