"Happened here or happened before and she was pregnant when she got here?" For once, she doesn't avoid the direct questions. It's hard enough to control the surge of emotion over hearing about another kid going to be born into this crazy-ass island world where people disappear without warning.
She's worried. Worried about Finnick. Worried about Annie. Worried about the kid that's probably smaller than her pinky right now. But she keeps it off her face.
"Is this a congratulations thing or a let's go get a few drinks while I reassure you it's going to be okay thing?" There's the curl of a smile, not fake, not a mask, because no matter what she thinks or feels, looking out for Finnick kinda matters.
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Date: 2012-04-22 11:03 pm (UTC)She's worried. Worried about Finnick. Worried about Annie. Worried about the kid that's probably smaller than her pinky right now. But she keeps it off her face.
"Is this a congratulations thing or a let's go get a few drinks while I reassure you it's going to be okay thing?" There's the curl of a smile, not fake, not a mask, because no matter what she thinks or feels, looking out for Finnick kinda matters.