Tobias

We hop off the train, I am used to the sudden sting that goes through my legs upon impact with the ground. Tris seems to have dropped the subject of 'sex' and I am glad that she has. Even though I am Dauntless, a part of me will forever and always remain Abnegation.

"where are we going?" she says, her hair bouncing with every step. It is mesmerizing in a way, seeing her hair bounce up and down sway side to side. "Well.." I pause, I stop walking for the time being. "I was thinking I would talk to you, about my nightmares." I know she wants to know, and I am almost sure she already knows what they are about. Her face twists, going from carefree to serious. I lead her to a building, small, damp, but beautiful. The door is small, The windows covered, but the room almost untouched, aside from the cobwebs and dust on the floor. "amazing, isn't it?" Tris exclaims. "a war, and factions, factionless, and yet this room remains untouched. Its beauty shining through." She stares in amazement at the furniture and the pictures. Its crazy to think that this is so foreign to us, now, but revolutionary in the early 21st century. I lead her to the living room, small, yet grand. The seats a wonderful shade of espresso brown leather. "So, I want to be honest with you Tris." I start. "one of the reasons I was not too excited about the whole 'sex' thing, is because for about 3 weeks, I have been pre-occupied in thoughts, nightmares." She grabs my hands. "I am almost 100% sure you already know what they are about, but ever since that night at the chasm, I see images of you falling." It breaks my heart to say. "I feel helpless every time I have them." Do I tell her about Marcus? "and what is worse is that every time you fall, it was Marcus that pushed you." I avoid her eyes. She squeezes my hand. "hey." She says. "Its ok. I am glad you told me, but I assure you I am fine." She starts. "Tris, I don't think you understand, I think…" I pause. Every time I see Marcus push her, I see a reflection of me in him. "…I think that I see me in him every time. And that scares me." I say. It is hard for me to openly talk about my feelings. I prefer to keep to myself.

Tris just hugs me. "You are nothing like him." She whispers into my ear. "and you never will be."

Tris

Tobias's hands are sweaty. He is worried, although I am not. I think more then anything, he is scared. I would be too if I had a monster to call a father, although he is not much of a father, more like a sperm doner. A father is supposed to be kind, especially in Abnegation.

We stay there, hugging. I breathe in his smell, the smell of sweat, wood, and stone.

We leave the building hand in hand. We walk, and walk, and walk. I don't know where we are going, and I don't think he knows either. But all that matters is that we go together.