"Damn right it will," he growls, low and soft...almost like a dangerous purr.

Levi can't say much for his own face, but Finnick himself is no slouch to look at, especially when he smiles and laughs, and some of that brightness and warmth comes through. Good, that's better. There's more color in him, less bruising. Finnick seems to spread out even more for him, and there's definitely something very approving in his gaze as he pulls back (not before stealing the quick kiss that he'd teased), gathering the ruined bits of fabric and pulling a few clean cloths from his own bag.

"Be right back. Don't get up and wander off without me." (Very funny, sir).

Pause.

"Unless you need to piss or something?"

Didn't he say it'd been at least a day or two? Probably been difficult to do with broken ribs.