"Yeah," she whispers, closing her eyes and adjusting her arms so she's resting them around her neck. It is a little too late for that. A little too late for both of them. Katniss is aware of how contradictory she's being right now, her actions expressing something very different from her words. She shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be moving closer, shouldn't make the situation any more intimate than it already is. But his quiet words had hit a chord in her.

It's not something that she realizes she's even doing. Gale had pointed out once that she only kissed him when he was in pain. Derek isn't Gale. He doesn't have her friend's fire. More than that, Derek gets her. He gets the pain and guilt she carries, sort of like Peeta, but not like Peeta all at the same time. Derek is something - someone - different from either boy. And she likes that. She likes it a lot.

She's a horrible human being and even though she's already made it clear to him, Derek still seems to care. Her head is bowed rather than daring to look at him. It's easier that way. She really is a horrible person. But she can't help the way she feels. "Little late," she echoes. "Same here."

Letting people in definitely was not part of her plan. Not that Katniss had much of a plan to begin with.