Finnick wraps his arms around John, rubbing his back in slow, languid motions. John feeling cared for and not used is just as important as Finnick feeling that way, after all. He shifts his attention to just listen and hold him, abandoning their other tasks entirely for now.

"Mm... It makes sense that you'd be overwhelmed, then. We can take a break any time, so let me know if it becomes too much. My friend Loki, he taught me about traffic lights. Red means 'stop right now,' yellow means 'I'm not sure, take it slow,' and green means 'yes, keep going.' That might help us a little, whether to say how we feel about one act in particular, or the whole thing."

Finnick is eager to put what he's learned about consent to use. He doesn't want to repeat old patterns more than necessary.

He kisses John's cheek, soft and slow.