Eames is rapidly becoming of the idea that going home and doing the same as Finnick is the best option available to him right now, but he can't just take to day to do nothing. He's the Lord of Autumn, he has to act.

"It feels like she wants a fight, and we both know better than to give in," he says, level but tired too. He's sick of being an adult about things. "Fuck me if it's not a really appealing idea right now though."