In contrast to John's scarred body, Finnick's skin is eerily perfect. There isn't a scar to be found, aside from one on his forearm that looks very recent. The Capitol erased them all to make him more desirable, and he wonders if John will assume he's never seen violence in his life when that's nowhere near the truth.

John seems worried about him again, and Finnick wonders if the other man has picked up on something Finnick wasn't aware he was communicating or doing. He raises his brows a little in confusion.

"Yeah-? I'm good," he assures with a small smile. "Green." He places his hands on John's hips, looking up to softly kiss those lips again.