Food was precious and he knew it, he'd never let it go to waste when he knew the feeling of true hunger, but he would much rather smell his freedom than stale bread right now.

"If you can trust it," he frowned. "I don't know why you would though, even if Haymitch is behind all this. President Coin isn't someone I'd stick my neck out in front of."

When she reached for his hands he tried to avoid them, curling his arms closer to himself. "It's fine, I... It helps me."