He laughs with her as he sees her stumble in those ridiculous shoes. He keeps hold of her hand and allows his arm and shoulder to be support for her balance. The things the Capitol makes them wear is just from another planet to those in the districts, or rather the lower districts. 1 and 2 are accustomed to being the child of the Capitol and adopting their customs the best that they can.
"I'll catch you if you fall." He says as he guides her to the door. He had been able to arrange a car to take them to dinner so stepping off the elevator it was a smooth transition to a private ride. It wasn't peaceful outside with the Games on every screen within view, the crowds still partying and celebrating. Still it was a quick trip to a tall building that housed a very high end restaurant for the Capitol's rich and famous, on the top floor.
Not once did he ever let go of her hand. Not for fear of losing her, but more of the yearning to not spend a minute not touching her. The hostess's eyes lit up when they arrived, more from seeing Finnick in person, than Annie who still trailing behind in the strange shoes. He waited for the dirty look that would accompany when this woman noticed he was there with a date, Capitol citizens were so easy to predict. Still despite it appearing, he thanked her gratuitously for aiding them to a table that was secluded from others by elegant red and purple drapes.
When finally alone after ordering wine from a waiter who had appeared, he looked back to Annie sitting across from him, "Are you all right?" His eyes were concerned for her exposure more than his. He generally knew what triggered her flashbacks and episodes, but every so often something random would set one off. It was a second sense he had adopted to be tuned in to the possibilities whenever they went somewhere new.
His hand slid across the table to hold hers again, confident at least here they may be able to still be themselves.
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"I'll catch you if you fall." He says as he guides her to the door. He had been able to arrange a car to take them to dinner so stepping off the elevator it was a smooth transition to a private ride. It wasn't peaceful outside with the Games on every screen within view, the crowds still partying and celebrating. Still it was a quick trip to a tall building that housed a very high end restaurant for the Capitol's rich and famous, on the top floor.
Not once did he ever let go of her hand. Not for fear of losing her, but more of the yearning to not spend a minute not touching her. The hostess's eyes lit up when they arrived, more from seeing Finnick in person, than Annie who still trailing behind in the strange shoes. He waited for the dirty look that would accompany when this woman noticed he was there with a date, Capitol citizens were so easy to predict. Still despite it appearing, he thanked her gratuitously for aiding them to a table that was secluded from others by elegant red and purple drapes.
When finally alone after ordering wine from a waiter who had appeared, he looked back to Annie sitting across from him, "Are you all right?" His eyes were concerned for her exposure more than his. He generally knew what triggered her flashbacks and episodes, but every so often something random would set one off. It was a second sense he had adopted to be tuned in to the possibilities whenever they went somewhere new.
His hand slid across the table to hold hers again, confident at least here they may be able to still be themselves.