Ben almost takes offense at that for a moment, and opens his mouth to say so, a look of frustration visibly crossing his face, but... it hadn't occurred to him that Finnick may just want him to go away. He can't imagine why he would want that, of course, because Ben considers himself to be incredibly enjoyable company to anyone who's not a total loser.

All the same, he backs off, slouching a bit and dangling his arms awkwardly in the absence of pockets to shove them into. "Right... sure. Sorry, man." He turns to go pester someone else who may be more conducive to it.