Finnick hadn't been his outgoing self much since he arrived here. It was a strange place, and there was Annie to worry about, and he himself hadn't been in the best place since arriving here. He was good at smiling when he didn't feel it; in putting on masks to cover up what he really felt in his heart, but it wore at him, exhausted him, and eventually he either had to get away from it all, or fall into that abyss of depression that had consumed him since the end of the Quarter Quell.
Today, he'd left Annie resting and had gone for a walk - a good, long walk down the streets, trying to walk off the fear and concern that he'd felt for weeks now, since arriving here. He wanted to settle in, to enjoy being in a place that wasn't in ruins or ruled by the Capitol, but every time he tried, he found himself overwhelmed by the fear that this place would take Annie away, as it had taken others. He couldn't hold onto her all the time; he couldn't. It wasn't reasonable, and he knew it. But if she disappeared...he didn't know what he'd do. The last time, Katniss had been here to turn to, but she wasn't here either.
Reaching the street near the park finally, he noticed a young man, maybe fourteen or fifteen, looking lost and disheveled as he stood by the side of the road. Finnick looked at him a moment, then turned his feet towards him.