His eyes closed when Annie kissed him. It was sweet and gentle, yes, but that was all he needed- in this moment. Finnick knew- better than most, perhaps- that closeness like this could mean next to nothing at all, when your heart was elsewhere. But he knew where Annie's heart was- and she, his.
"I didn't tell you." He didn't like keeping secrets from Annie, no, but this time it had been for her safety. She had been a risk factor, they'd known that, and- well, they had planned to get her out before things got too bad.
Of course, it hadn't happened that way. When Finnick had first arrived in Thirteen and found that Annie wasn't there to meet him- well, it hadn't been easy, to say the least. The operation to rescue her from the Capitol had been the only thing keeping him together, at that point.
But Annie didn't know that. Finnick had to keep reminding himself of that. "We didn't want you to be in danger, my love." Of course, she had been, but that was... "I'm sorry."