"You think Annie would be happy knowing you were wasting your second shot at like rolling in misery and body odor? Get up." Rather than try to roll Finnick out of the blankets, Gale reached over and snatched his pillow too quickly for Finnick to drag it back. Other people had tried to be nice. Sometimes, even Gale was nice. (Realistically, Gale was usually nice, when he wasn't kidnapped and cranky.) But nice hadn't worked before and it wasn't going to work now.
"She might come back. Maybe she won't. But if she went back home, then she and your son are alive, and last I knew of them, they managed to be happy. So they'll be fine. You? Not so much if you decide to wallow."