"We've talked, yeah." John replies with a tiny nod against her leg--but not too much, because the way she's petting his hair is really nice. The pain is receding, and he's starting to miss him. Finnick, not in the certainty he was lost, but in the longing to go home and know he'd be there waiting. It's still faint, that other, wrong certainty still making his bones ache...

But it's just that: an ache. And he is a little more aware that the abandonment he felt...it's not natural.

"He went home for a bit, and came back after a lot of crazy stuff happened. We're...taking it slow." he continues, shutting his eyes for a second and letting her fingers continue to sweep the pain away one moment at a time. "But it's that thing where you're ass-over-teakettle crazy about someone and you just wanna sweep 'em up and run away together. Find something more romantic and intense than getting married and do that and sort it all out later. I'm going slow, I'm doing great with it, what I have now is more that I ever could hope for, it's just...I never thought I'd have that crazy feeling, either. I'm enjoying it."