It doesn't - actually, it does feel cozy, which he is surprised by, and pleased to see that it is actually fairly clean (not by his standards, because things rarely are). Even he would have to admit that it's a good space, and he's at least glad that Finnick isn't somewhere dark and dank while he recovers.

Finnick calls him 'handsome' with visible relief in his eyes, and Levi softens just enough to be noticeable, briefly touching his palm to the younger man's cheek, as though just to feel the warmth there. His expression shifts to a furrowed concern as he starts to take in the details - the dried blood, the smell that's clear Finnick really hasn't moved for a day or two. The splint is interesting, but looks well done. Levi isn't a doctor of any sort, but he's seen and tended plenty of injuries in the field.

"Couldn't let you mope about alone..." It irks him a little that Finnick is alone, but there things that people need to do, he supposes, and he's here now.

Hovering one hand above the arm, blue light begins to emanate from his palm, sending energy down into the bone to (hopefully) help it along, mending it slowly. After a moment or two, the corner of his lips grow tight, feeling a phantom of pain begin to throb through his own arm.

Trying to distract them both, he asks: "What else is broken?"