Mary and Finnick (with Clark)
Finnick settled Clark into her arms, relieved that she seemed to know what she was doing and didn't need to be told to support his head. Clark looked up at her and then reached out his hand as if trying to grab her nose, but he couldn't quite reach. His dark hair stood up in fuzzy tuft on his head and his blue eyes took everything in with a surprised expression.
Finnick didn't understand when exactly the 1800s were or how they were different from her time. He gathered they were both a long time before his. "A romance, huh? I don't think that's my style." Finnick was a romantic, but he denied it. He had thought he was too cynical to believe in such things, before he'd met Chloe. "Do we have any books with more action?"