"Nah, I've made heart handed back to me in pieces. ...just, you know, not for a while. A long while."

He glanced down at his own state of general shirtlessness. "Hey. I didn't pick this! But if it weren't for the wings, I wouldn't mind it so much. It's nice and breathe-y."

Turning to face Finnick, he gave him a very thorough once over, nodding. "Yeah, okay, that makes sense." It'd be a damn shame for someone to look like Finnick and not make the most of it.