Re: [Hotel; Finnick]
He didn't really need to be this guy's BFF to make things interesting. He was invested in Scott, of course, the wolf and the banshee and the hunter because there was just so much potential there he could hardly let it go.
This was more like a diversion. A sidebet. A movement along the edges of his world because now he could, and he just loved pushing boundaries. Give them an inch and they'll take a mile. Another great expression.
"Heartless people," he inquired, avid curiosity, letting his hand slide harmlessly off Finnick's shoulder. He put his hands in both pockets, the way Stiles did, and relaxed his neck and shoulders down into his spine. Stretch up, like in yoga, like in meditation, and just roll back down into the floor. But in your head. See? Much better. Patience.
"What do the heartless people do?" He eyed Finnick sideways. "You seem like a big tough guy. But you know--" and here his eyes lit up, as if remembering something, "--I feel like I've heard your name somewhere. But I can't remember where." He shook his head slowly, almost wagging the thought back and forth.