Taking a deep breath, Derek nods. Yeah, he knows the feeling. He'd never been very good at pretending when he was a teenager, either. It was too fresh and, worse, he had the pain of his loss competing with the whole growing up thing. Derek imagines Katniss to be having similar struggles.

He reaches for her hand and gives it a little squeeze, one which he hopes is at least a little bit reassuring, before letting go again. "It'll come with time. I think you're entitled to a couple of years of sucking at pretending, Katniss."

He can tell by the way she's looking that she agrees they should go back, but also agrees that she doesn't necessarily want to. Once again, the task of being the bad guy and ending a good thing to return to work falls on Derek's shoulders. That's all right, he supposes. He's a little bit used to that sort of role, too. He sighs a little and gets to his feet, holding a hand out to her. "Come on, before we end up getting arrested for treason for bailing. We gotta get back, as much as I hate to say it."