Derek feels his stomach drop at her question. She doesn't answer his inquiries, just turns the question sort of back on him, which is the last thing he wants. His hand moves up to run through his hair and he looks down, shrugging. It doesn't matter what he wants because he shouldn't want it. He can't want it, because he's tired of hurting himself when he doesn't need to.

Shaking his head, he looks back up at Katniss and gives a little sigh. "I don't know," he lies. "I don't want this," he says gesturing between the two of them with a lazy hand as it falls away from the back of his neck. "I don't want this awkward, whatever this is. I know that much."

He's not entirely willing to share his thoughts on the matter, because she's like a whole other person right now than the Katniss he knows. He's only known her on the drugs and this her is like a skittish animal he has no intention of scaring off if he can avoid it. Derek has no idea how to proceed because he hadn't even really known the drugged Katniss that well, but this one is a whole other person and he has no frame of reference.