Sit on him? Say no more. Bear Heart, the big lug, flopped onto Finnick with a gleeful huff, snuggling close enough he was borderline smothering the poor guy.

Night Sky whistled softly and Hank shifted closer, curled more around their legs than posted up in front of them. Finnick was stuck between bundles of fur and Night Sky behind him, who laughed at the sight of them all. She kissed the top of Finnick's head.

"Better?"