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"I don't understand what you're making a big deal about," Finnick says, fiddling with the rope in his hands. "We're from the Star Squad, Gale. If that isn't enough to win her over your… charming personality will."

Gale grunts, casting a glance over his shoulder at the girl in question. Madge Undersee sits by herself on a bench, her eyes dancing from person to person in the training room. He wasn't sure why she liked to watch them. He wasn't sure why he liked to watch her.

"Talk to her," Finnick instructs. "She's a lovely girl and the more time you spend staring at her instead of talking to her then chances are someone will steal her away."

"How do I even…" Gale trails off, dragging his hand through his hair. "How do I even start? I mean she's insane, right?"

"Well don't say that," Finnick frowns. "No one wants to be called insane whether or not it's true." And it was true, alright. Madge wasn't even allowed to train due to the instability in her head. The bombing of 12 really messed her up.

"Finnick," Gale groans and turns back to his fellow soldier. "I don't even like her."

"Do so," the man cheers. "I've spent a lot of time around people, Gale; I can read them like books." Finnick nudges him with his shoulder. "Go talk to her."

"Finnick," Gale says again, only this time his voice is more of a warning.

"If you don't I might have to," Finnick hums. Though he's married with a child on the way, Gale knows watching the Victor flirt with Madge would make his skin crawl.

So instantly, Gale is marching across the training room. He drops himself down on the bench next to Madge Undersee without a proper introduction. Just sits there.

Madge peers over at him, an eyebrow raised. "Hello," she says.

"Undersee," Gale nods. Madge folds her hands in her lap and retracts her gaze. "How're you?"

Again Madge glances at him. "I've been better," she murmurs. "Is something wrong, Gale? Did Finnick say something?" Gale snaps his head over to look at the blonde. She only shrugs. "You were speaking with him and then stormed over here. That's all."

Gale doesn't like the idea of Madge and Finnick knowing each other. Even if it is only friendly. "No," Gale rasps. "Nothing." The silence between the two is heavy. Gale's not even entirely sure what he's doing over here. "Listen, I know you're crazy," he starts. Madge flinches. "Wait, I didn't mean that." He drags his hands through his hair. "Finnick told me not to say that. Can I start over?"

"Sure," Madge shrugs.

"Alright," Gale breathes. "Finnick thinks that I have a thing for you."

Madge lifts an eyebrow. "Do you?"

"No, you're crazy," he chokes out. Madge flinches again. "I mean – shit." Gale turns to her. "Okay. I know you've been through hell, alright. We all have. It's enough to mess up anyone's head."

"Call me crazy one more time and I walk away," Madge tells him.

"Dammit, Undersee, I didn't mean to!" Gale throws his hands up. "What I'm saying is that we're all a little different than how we used to be. And I think that District 13 is absolute shit but I know a few good places that remind me of 12 and," Gale pauses to breathe again. "Never mind."

Madge stretches her hand across the bench and grabs his. "Gale," she says gently. "I'm not crazy."

"I know that," he grumbles. "And neither is Finnick because he was right." Madge smiles and squeezes his hand once before letting go. "Can I try one more time?" he asks.

A laugh escapes the blonde as she nods, "Sure."

"Wanna go on a date?" Gale asks.

"With you?"

The solider frowns. "No, with Finnick." Madge smiles to herself and chews on her lip. "Yeah, Undersee, with me."

"Okay," she nods. "But you have to do something for me."

Gale quirks his eyebrows. "Alright."

"Tell Finnick it was the fact that you're on the Star Squad that won me over."

Gale laughs and rolls his eyes. "Deal."