"You are right, I would silver medal at least." He said with a wry smile as he felt Alex's leg slip over his own, but he did not draw attention to it, but he was aware of Alex's body-- the slight tickle of Alex's lips against his skin-- the touch of fingers.

There was nothing that separated them and if he was not so blindingly dumb to affections of intimacy and to what it meant, he certainly would've caught on about all the clues and signals that Alex was launching at him with the force of a cannonball.

"I miss David though." He said this. "Finnick said that David does not notice I am gone.. but I feel his absence."