"No, it's been long enough," Finnick says, even if his tone isn't entirely convincing. He's of two minds about it, which doesn't make it a lie, and he's not about to turn Eames away just so he can wrap himself in a blanket and stare blankly at his television even if that does sound like a nice relief from this damned world.

He turns his attention to his coffee as he gathers his thoughts, but there's a whole damn lot of them and he figures it's probably best if Eames speaks first, outlines his intentions at least. Finnick knows what he wants to do but he's too close to this to parse whether it's what he should do.