It was several seconds more, before Finnick blinked. Back to reality where things were even messed up than they realized. "I don't think it comes as a surprise that I am able to tell you more about what happens, am I right?"

Finnick reached over and picked up his cup between both hands as he rolled it slowly back and forth. How much to tell? What to tell? Was it even something he should tell? Well, if there was anyone that would benefit from what he had to say then Peeta was the only person. Katniss hadn't seemed too keen on talking to him in the first place. Rue was in the same boat as him somewhat. Both were people that shouldn't be alive. Just sacrifices for the Capitol and to the Hunger Games.

"This is going to sound weird, but you should probably invest in a pair of handcuffs. Don't tell Katniss you have them, and keep them where you know they are. Trust me. It'll save you a LOT of grief later." Contrary to his normal demeanor, while the suggestion sounded kind of awkward for various reasons, Peeta had seemed to really do well with them.

"There is a lot that I could tell you, but I doubt you would believe me anyway. But, one thing you can be sure of is that I'm on Katniss's side. Yours too of course."