Re: [Hotel; Finnick]
He caught the smile before it got out of hand. Sometimes these things get away from you, when you're not paying attention. Taking his lashes down, he let them sit for a moment, as if envisioning how the smile was meant to be, and what the right way to go about this was. He plucked the name from memory, recent but not too recent. Sometimes wearing the names of dead men made him smile too big, though. See? Out of hand. Good expression. Very eloquent. English was so fun.
"Celebrations, yeah." He cocked his head, allowing his eyes to drift up toward the ceiling. "You hear music? I was thinking it was just in my head. Or it could be in one of the doors, I guess." He put up one palm and left it on a nearby wall, as if waiting for tremors. His fingers tapped tapped on the wall. "No one home," he commented.
He reached out and tapped Finnick on the shoulder with the same hand. Solidarity. "What kind of situations? I'm a pro, man. You should see the situations I face." A smile. He put the left half up, and then he put the right half up to match.