[Finnick laughs at Sebastian's awed reactions and explains the stuff they see as they go. The best he can, anyway. In some ways, Finnick is very simple: being drunk and walking down the street holding someone's hand makes him happy as a clam.]

Yeah. It's even more futuristic than my world, really. But you'll get used to it, promise.

[God, Finnick is drunk.]

Alright, I'm gonna pass out. Uhh, you can have my bed if you want and I'll take the couch, I really don't care. Do you need PJs? Mine might be too short for you... Oh, and I get nightmares, so if you hear screaming in the night don't worry about it... I'll find an extra pillow...

[He rambles drunkenly as he strips his shirt off, then goes into his room and roots around for something for Sebastian to wear, taking off his pants and underwear to put sweatpants on without even closing the bedroom door.]