It is very much those things - especially away from the village, from anywhere that could really chance interruption. Levi especially feels a ripple of something out from his chest as Finnick reaches for him so, so easily, hold light and escapable. It's tempting to just pitch forward and press his face into that broader chest, but for now he manages to resist, instead flicking a look up at Finnick through dark lashes. His hands find places to rest, one lightly on the bicep of his real arm, the other splayed against his chest. Sure, it's warm in the hot spring, but the heat of his skin is warm, like proof of life.

"...me too." It's all he says for now, letting his gaze examine the other man up close. Even in the cool moonlight, Finnick's skin looks softly golden. Levi traces it with his fingertips, meandering slowly, thoughtfully, until he finds a line of that strange burn, skirting the edges. He avoids the missing arm for now...remembering how long it took Erwin to grow comfortable enough with touch anywhere near it.

"What's this?" he asks softly, without any real expectation of an answer; not everyone wishes to share the stories of their scars.