(Tobias POV)

"Let's go ice skating." Tris says. It's been two weeks since the incident with Nita and she keeps telling me I owe her something (even though what happened wasn't even my fault.) "Have you ever been?"

She shrugs, slipping on her boots. "No. But I have always wanted to give it a try."

"Well I'm pretty sure there is a public rink in the city. Do you want to go now?" I ask her.

She smiles lazily, standing up and wrapping her arms around my neck. "I'm pretty sure that was a given."

I touch the small of her back, "I can't believe I'm about to go ice skating."

She grins, white teeth flashing. "I know. Who knew you were such a softie?"

I laugh, "I'm not a softie."

She rolls her eyes, pulling away from me. "I love you." She mimics my deep voice with a giant smirk. "I need you. I don't know what I would do without you!"

"Yeah, yeah." I deadpan. "I should have left you for Nita."

She glares at me, "Not funny."

"Joking."

She purses her lips. "Now you owe me dinner, too."

I smile and take her hand, leading her out of the dorm. "Yeah, yeah."

"You're actually really bad at this." I say to her, wincing as her grip on my hand gets firmer when she slips...again.

She sets her jaw, "I'm fucking bad at everything. How are you not falling? This is absolutely ridiculous."

"You're not bad at everything, Tris." I chuckle. "You're just super uncoordinated."

"Name one thing that I'm good at. And if you say something sappy like 'making me happy' I'm going to stab myself in the eye."

"Hmm," I pretend to think. "Sex."

She glares at me, hiding a grin.

"You know, I went to high school with guy who got stabbed in the eye. His name was Edward." I say, changing the subject. I know how uncomfortable she is talking about sex.

Her eyes widen. "That's so badass. Did he wear an eyepatch?"

I nod. "Yeah. He was really strange, though."

"You should wear an eyepatch. Maybe you'll finally fall over on this damn ice."

"No need to be bitter." I say, kissing her gloved hand.

She smiles up at me, leaning against the rink's wall. I stand in front of her, placing my palm on her hip. "I think this is our first date off campus."

"I think you're right."

Her eyes meet mine, bold and blue, and I swallow. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she murmurs, clutching the sleeves of my coat. The comment is random, and sometimes I wish I could read her mind so I could know exactly what she's thinking every minute of every day. What are you scared of? Do I frighten you? Are you sure you love me?

I close my eyes and squeeze her hips harder. Her words make me feel like I have a lump in my throat. I have to remind myself that we are in public, and kissing her now would push me pass my limit of self-control. "Now who's the softie?"

"You're such a sarcastic piece of shit." She groans. "C'mere." In one swift motion she stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. I smile and kiss her back.

"Ow, fuck!" She yells, falling onto the ice. Clutching her ankle she bites her lip in pain.

"Shit, Tris." I crouch down in front of her. "What happened?"

She winces, untying her skate and pulling it off her foot gingerly. "I think we need to go to the hospital."

"You, know," I say, my tone light but my face scrunched up in concern. "If you wanted to leave, you could have just told me. You didn't have to break your ankle."

I've been sitting in the waiting room of the ER for over a half hour now. I perk up when Tris wobbles in on crutches. "Fractured my 'fifth metatarsal' bone. Whatever that is. I have to use these for three weeks." She sighs, motioning down to the crutches.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"Let's just get out of here." She says, heading for the exit. "

I run my hand through my hair. She's upset. And now she's going to feel like a burden. "Coffee?" I ask.

"Yeah." She calls back, exasperated.

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