a/n [Written by Johanna for the last day of Caesar's Palace's Shipping Week. Uses prompt 'rain drops' from c/p.]
After thirty hours, Finnick comes to the realization that sleeping is even worse than reality than it usually is. So he makes a vow to himself to stay awake, and stay focused, and count the seconds until they can go back up, where nothing is better, but at least he feels like he can breathe.
He's somewhere around 323 seconds when light footsteps approach him and Katniss sits down in his bunk, pulling her knees to her chest and hiding her face in her knees.
"Hi," she mumbles. 329 seconds.
"Hey," he says, scooting closer to see her in the brown light, suddenly desperate for a distraction. 335. "Do you still have my rope?"
A hand weaves itself out from the crevice between her chest and legs and hands him the limp rope, more worn than when he gave it to her. Better used. He's tying a simple square knot before he even realizes it's in his hands again.
340.
Katniss swivels her head to look at his hands, watching him tie knot after knot, entranced, until he ties the two ends together and places it on her head like a crown. Despite everything, she manages a quick laugh. Finnick pulls out a smile.
473.
Because when it rains, it pours, and when they've lost hope, they've lost themselves. But they can find solace again in one another.