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For once when asked if he was alright Finnick shook his head no. He knew he was in deep trouble at the moment and needed help. He was just thankful it had been Opal to find him and not someone else. “Sorry.” He muttered softly in response to the Mentor saying that Finnick had startled her. He didn’t respond to her question about eating recently. Finnick didn’t know if Opal was reaching for him or what but he knew right then he needed someone to lean on, in more than one way. He reached for her hand and stumbled forward to put an arm around her neck to support himself. He nodded his head yes, he doubted Lincoln or Marina had woken since his late return to the Fourth Floor but what he was really worried about was Aggie, or worse yet Ronni, seeing him like this. “Tea sounds good.” He nodded still trying to remember getting dressed and coming down to the Training Center. “Thank you Opal.” He practically whispered.
“it’s okay,” opalescence said, mildly confused and much more concerned, though she was trying not to show it. “let’s get you up to the apartment,” she added, letting the younger man lean on her as she slowly walked to the elevator, making sure that he wouldn’t collapse. she reached the elevator and pushed the button. he hadn’t answered her question about eating, which meant — she took a breath out, long and slow. she remembered these days, from when she was young and desirable — not that she wasn’t desirable now; it was just one of those things that slowed down as you got older. and with finnick’s win so recently, it’d be a while before he reached that point.
she made sure that finnick was leaning on her as they entered the hallway that led to one’s apartment, and unlocked the apartment door, swinging it open quietly. it was late, and cashmere, gloss, and glitter were probably all asleep — and even if they weren’t, emmy and sterling were, and opalescence had no plans to wake them up. “come in,” she murmured to finnick, gesturing for him to sit down at the small table in the kitchen. she turned the kettle on, and pulled some cheese, jam, and crackers out of the fridge and began assembling tiny hor d’erves. she finished quickly, and sat the plate down in front of him. “eat,” she said, in her most mom-like voice.
Finnick stayed silent as they traveled up to the First Floor suite. He was still trying to make sense of everything but more so was ashamed of his current condition and having to ask for so much from Opal. He didn’t want to be a bother or a burden. Finnick sat down as softly and quietly as he could manage with how weak he was. He kept his eyes cast down as Opal busied herself in the kitchen. He stared at the plate that the older female mentor sat down in front of him in silence. He knew he should eat and he knew, based on Opal’s tone, he had to eat but that didn’t make it any easier or enjoyable. After a few quick calculations in his head he reached out for the combination with the lowest caloric content and brought it to his mouth. Finnick wasn’t a crier, but he could feel tears forming in his eyes as he slowly chewed and then a single hot tear slip down his cheek, which he quickly wiped away. He forced an attempt at a smile onto his lips. “Sorry, it’s just been a long day.” He practically whispered. Still smiling he looked down at his hands which were freezing and the nails slightly blue.
















