Ten Forward -- OTA

[fishermansweater]

Plenty of people have, by now, seen Finnick tying knots with either the rope Katniss and Guinan gave him or the hair ribbon that was a gift from Sinthia. On his bad days, that's still what he does: find a quiet spot somewhere and sit and tie knots, his whole being focused on the length of rope in his hand.

Today, he's also tying knots, but this isn't like that. Today, Finnick's sitting at a table that's scattered with gleaming golden things. One of them looks like it might be some sort of circlet or headpiece made of complicated knots. Others look like little figures: a turtle, a dragonfly, lots of different little flowers.

He's got a chair pulled out next to him, a skein of golden thread wound around its back, and he's cut a length off it that he's concentrating on weaving in and out and around. When it's done, though, he still doesn't look entirely happy with it, and he gets up to go to the replicator for a cup of coffee.

When he sits back down, he doesn't pick up his knots again, immediately, but studies them for a while. It's possible he could use some distraction. Or some advice.

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[toomanynitrogens]

He's never had reason to be jealous of relationships or even to consider them --- he's just not wired that way -- but he knows people deserve to be able to be with the ones they care about and if he heard about the problems, he'd offer sympathy and then congratulations because at least here, they have freedom.

"Nice to meet you," he answers with a genuine smile. Most people are good, so Aidan's good in return. "I'm Aidan. Have you been here very long?"