"John." Finnick matches his soft tone and holds his hand, not shaking it. A lingering hold, warm palms clasped, his index finger sneaking slightly up John's inner wrist.

There's a tension he can feel. He allows it to linger as well.

"Oh, that's alright, sweetheart. In this world, no one bats an eye."

Finnick's eyes flicker between John's sad brown eyes and his lips.

"... I'll go gentle on you," he promises with a tiny grin.

"And, we can go somewhere private if that makes it easier."

There's no level of PDA that Finnick is uncomfortable with, but he's been with enough closeted and married men to know when to be discreet.