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Finnick Odair (changingtide) wrote in the100,

Finnick nodded at Peeta's answer. He jostled Tristan once again, smoothed his hair out of his face (Finnick's blonde, but with Annie's wind-wild hair, which made it look perpetually mussed).

"Why don't you color a picture for Peeta?" Finnick asked Tristan, setting his son down on the ground with the crayons they had brought along. It was strange having to think of things all of a sudden. He liked being a dad. He just wasn't used to it. It wasn't a role he'd ever thought he'd find himself in, and to be fair, back home, he never did.

"It's good to see you, too, Peeta," Finnick said warmly, leaning in. "And for whatever it's worth, we've all been eating the food," he said, nodding toward the untouched tray that sat beside Peeta.