I hear a knock on my door and take a deep breath. It better not be Finnick, but of course he's standing there with his green eyes and his disheveled hair and his mischievous smile. "I can hear you standing there, Annie."

"What the are you doing here?" I sigh as I open the door. "I already told you how much work I have to do. I'm still missing like one and a half papers and then I have to study for three exams."

"I know," he smiles sheepishly, "but I brought you coffee." I take the coffee from his hands and sigh gratefully. "I love you so much. I'm sorry, I'm just really stressed."

He chuckles and shrugs "I know that too. And you've been working non-stop for two days. You need to take a break." I begin to protest but he walks inside and drops his backpack on the floor. "Finnick, I can't. I just need to get this done," but he acts as if he didn't hear me and puts my laptop away.

"Have you had any food at all today?" he inquires, searching through the tiny kitchen I share with my three suitemates.

"I had some Pop Tarts," I mumble defensively and he looks at me as if I've personally offended him. "How does pasta sound?"

"Disgusting," I lie but he just laughs. "Pasta it is then."

"How is your work going?" I wonder as he ravages through my fridge for acceptable ingredients. He sets everything on the counter and looks for the only pot we own. "Finnick, did you hear me?"

"I heard you… it's going fine," he says dismissively. I raise my eyebrows and hand him the pot he's looking for. "Have you even started?"

"Annie, you don't have to worry about me," he mutters, slightly annoyed. He pours water in the pot and turns on the stove. "Finnick… you need to get your work done."

"And you need to stop acting like my mother," he snaps. I roll my eyes and wash the vegetables, avoiding his gaze. He sighs and wraps his arms around my waist then plants a soft kiss on my cheek. "I tried to write my paper, but I just can't do it. You're the smart one, Annie, not me."

"Finnick, you are smart, and you know this. You're just lazy."

"I know I usually am, but this time I did try. I just, I can't think of anything. It doesn't even matter anyway, I'm already failing this class…" He shakes his head and turns back to the food on the counter. He works in silence for a while and I watch as his hands skillfully chops vegetables for the sauce. "I can help you, you know?" I say absentmindedly and his brow furrows. "You're busy. You don't have to."

"I want to," I shrug. He shakes his head once more, this time in refusal rather than exasperation. "Finnick, you can't just be like that."

"What do you mean?" he asks, lifting his gaze from the counter. I cross my arms tightly across my chest and stubbornly hold his gaze. "You can't just take care of me and expect that I won't do the same thing."

"Perhaps I'm not that selfish," he sighs. "Maybe I just missed you because you've been so busy studying lately."

"I won't apologize for that," I point out and she shakes his head. "No, I'm not asking you to. I just wanted to see you for a bit, Annie."

"Okay, well, you're right. I need a break from my work and you need some help with yours, so we'll eat this pasta together and then I'll help you out with your paper. Don't even bother refusing; it's not a question." I smile triumphantly and kiss his cheeks, and though I see him roll his eyes at me, I can see the gratitude in his eyes.