The morning came too soon and Cinna was barely awake when he heard shuffling at the door. Some of his team had arrived and were busying themselves with things. Not the least of which was helping to display an enormous amount of food on the long dining table in the adjacent room. If it didn't smell so amazing, Cinna may have rolled over and blocked the sound out to pray for another hour of sleep.

But instead he managed to stagger up from his couch, still in the black pants and tshirt he had fallen asleep in the night before. Not being able to go home didn't suit him. He walked to the table to peruse the mornings offering before finding himself staring t the still closed door to where Finnick slept. He hated to bother him, but he knew that he could easily pass it off as part of his new babysitting duties. He didn't knock on the door, instead just pulled it back slightly only to find Finnick's blue eyes already wide and staring at him from his bed.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were awake...I thought you might want to eat."

Cinna felt only slightly bad about barging in. Finnick rolled under the covers on the bunk he was tucked into until he laid on his back, stretching his arms above his head. Cinna tilted his head to watch, impressed that there was no physical evidence of the prior night's trauma.

"I'm not hungry. You go ahead and have mine."

Finnick purred through a long stretch. Cinna sneered.

"You need to eat. Take your time but you're not getting out of it."

Cinna barked and order and the slid the door closed again, going to take his seat at the table. He waited patiently for Finnick, wrapping his fingers on the table...drumming to music only he could hear. Too much time had passed and he was about to rise to encourage Finnick again when the door slid open and his lithe, half dress frame slipped through it.

Finnick rubbed his eyes as he sat across from Cinna, throwing a leg over the arm of a chair and lounging in it like some sort of King. He looked over the food, unimpressed, before chugging a glass of water and staring passively at Finnick.

"I won't ask how you slept..." Cinna was determined to make small talk. Finnick smiled coyly.

"Good."

They sat in silence for a long while before Cinna had had all he could stand.

"You have to eat. You know that right?"

Finnick only leaned further back in his chair, challenging Cinna.

"Is that why you're here? Did they tell you to force feed me? Make sure I don't try to starve myself to death?" Finnick oozed sarcasm and resentment towards Cinna that either of them could either deny or blame him for. Cinna leaned forward in his seat as Finnick took another swig of his water.

"Maybe they did. Look, I don't know anything more about Snow's plans than you do. But I know this: the people you love...your family...they are only useful to him as bait while you are alive. You do something stupid he has no reason to keep any of them alive. So you wanna take care of them? You better start by taking care of yourself."

Cinna's lecture was well thought out and planned, not surprisingly since he had spent a good chunk of the night thinking about how to give it. And just maybe, it was working. Finnick slid his leg off the arm of the chair and sat forward. He cleared his throat and sat up tall, pulling a napkin from the table and formally fluffing it in the air before draping it over his lap. He daintily grabbed a sort of a pastry from the tray nearest to him and placed it on his plate before raising his fork and knife to cut it. Not taking his eyes of Cinna, he cut a small piece and raised it to his mouth, popping it past his lips and swallowing it while before pushing his chair back to stand, tossing his napkin on the table.

"Happy?"

Finnick's faux compliance infuriated Cinna, who rocked back in his chair and crossed his arms as Finnick headed back for his room, intent to slam the door like a spoiled child. Cinna was going to beat him to it. He rose quickly from his seat and lunged behind Finnick, closing in on him just as he reached his room. Finnick was alarmed by his proximity and turned just as Cinna slid the door closed behind him. Forcefully.

"Look, I'm trying to help you." Cinna hissed a whisper as Finnick backed away from him, unnerved by his presence for the first time.

"You've been dealt a shitty hand. I get that. Lots of us have. I'm not going to pretend to know what you've been through. Hell, winning these games at 14? But you need to hang on a little longer. You need to fight...a little longer." Cinna was surprised that he still held Finnick's attention so he closed the space between them and whispered in a low hum, "there are people. Other people. There's a plan to end the Capitol. You can be a part of it, really save your family. End this torture. But you need to fight. And you need to hold on."

Finnick studied Cinna's face...he was buying it, and there were questions he would need answered.

"Who? Who are these people?"

"District 13..." Cinna answered cautiously.

"13 is gone..." Finnick's confusion grew.

"It's good you think that. Everyone needs to. But there are people here, too. Some of your...clients. You can get information...you can take this pain and make it worth something..." Cinna took Finnick by the wrists, turning them until his scars were face up, "something more than this. You're better than this, and I'll help you."

Finnick didn't pull his hands away this time, he let Cinna hold them...even as his grip tightened around them. Finnick stood frozen in his grasp.

"You're in control, Finnick Odair. Fight back. I saw you fight at 14. Fight now. Show me."

Finnick tugged against Cinna's grasp, surprised by how firm it was. He struggled further and still got nowhere. Finally, he turned his arms quickly, flinging one free and using the other to twist Cinna's arm behind his back. Cinna reacted quickly and pulled himself from Finnick's hold. The two of them struggled against each other in a flurry of arms and torsos, trapped in the small bunk of Finnick's quarters until Finnick had managed to overcome Cinna...pinning him to the wall. They lingered there, out of breath, staring at each other.

Cinna's heart pounded in his chest and he wasn't sure if he imagined Finnick moving closer or if he actually did but he was overcome. He lifted his head from the cold stone of the wall, which was all the movement he needed to find Finnick's mouth. He slammed his face forward, kissing Finnick even as he was pinned against the wall under his weight and Finnick wasted no time kissing back. It was raw and real and desperate. His tongue pulses into Finnick's mouth like it was trying to find another way out. Finnick pressed his warm body harder into Cinna's and rocked against him slightly, only adding heat to their kiss. Finnick dropped his hold on Cinna, who instinctively backed the much younger man across the room until his back was against the opposite wall. He felt Finnick soften his posture beneath him, submitting to his advances. Cinna's head spun and his ears rang and he pulled himself from Finnick and backed into the center of the room. Finnick stood gasping against the wall, watching Cinna reel away from him.

"I'm sorry..." Cinna managed to whisper before covering his mouth and opening the door to exit. He heard Finnick shut it be hind him but couldn't bring himself to turn and watch.

"Damnit." He whispered. Angry that his lust had gotten the best of him, that he may have blown his chance to gain Finnick Odair's support of the rebel cause...but mostly guilty that he had just been the aggressor that he was damning the night before. Finnick had been trained to give in to people like Cinna, and here he had done it, too. Crossed a line he couldn't uncross.

He damned his still lingering erection and immediately dreaded having to see him again.

So he went about placing his sketches in his assistances' possession...hoping that if they could fashion his outfit for that evening, Cinna would spare himself another awkward encounter with the young man who was slowly taking over his mind.