John huffs, but sobers just a little as he idly trails his fingers along Finnick's back and into his hair. This is different, too--the leaner planes of a man's body instead of those softer curves of a woman, the deeper voice something he can feel as well as hear vibrating chest to chest.

"You didn't have to sleep with me. Didn't even have to kiss me, but you did." he points out. "I mean, I haven't had a lot of sex, but you were being nice to me even when we first met at the lingerie show. S' not just the sex, man--you been kind to me. Haven't had a lot of that, and it means the world to me."