It's striking to have Halsin, the taller and usually more emotionally composed one, be the one to tuck himself into Finnick's neck. It makes Finnick feel heavier as he strokes Halsin's long brown hair and rubs his back, cradling him in for as long as he needs. He feels honoured that Halsin would trust him enough to tell him something like this, and enough to be vulnerable and allow himself this comfort from Finnick.

"No, Halsin. There's nothing to apologize for." Finnick looks into his eyes and puts a palm to his cheek, trying to communicate his sincerity.

"If there is anything I can do for either of you, please tell me. I know how hard it is."