This time, instinct stays quiet. Somehow, between taking a sandwich to William (who is smiling at them hugging; he likes hugs) and admitting he and Annie are pregnant, Finnick slipped inside her walls. Or maybe it's just been a shitty fucking few weeks, she misses Declan (and Will and Magnus) more than she wants to admit, and...

Whatever. She's totally ignoring the sting in her eyes and the ache in her chest when she hugs him back. She tells herself the lie she wants to let go and believes it enough to do it, then quirk a smartass grin back up at him. "You sure? I make a mean boar bacon, lettuce and tomato."