John falters just a little, at least in his own head, Finnick's surprise making him wonder if he might have overstepped. Those traffic lights, though...yeah, he's a really big fan of that whole idea in this moment.

So while Finnick strips, John follows suit as he watches that beautiful golden body laid bare. Sure, he saw a lot of it at the lingerie show, but this is unadorned and just...him. Lean muscle, glowing golden tan to hair and back again.

...and yeah, he notes his efficiency. John's been there, but with blood and guts and filth. With life and death and pain, not with sex.

And yet he's more bothered by this than by his own past.

Moving close again, John lays his hands on Finnick's shoulders, looking into his face with gentle concern.

"You, uh...you still green? You're okay?" he asks, leaning in just enough to brush his lips against the patch of skin just between Finnick's forehead and the bridge of his nose.