After the nurse had given Tobias some medicine, he seemed to be getting better. He kept down water and well I was just pleased it was staying down. I ran my hand down his cheek, as he slept. The nurse smiled at me. "You're too good to him." I smiled. "I hope so."

I lifted the bed sheet and climbed into bed next to him wrapping my arm around his torso. His arm came around my waist almost automatically and he dipped his chin onto my head.

"Thank you." He said groggily.

I smiled. "Sleep Four."

He dipped his neck and tucked his head into the crook of my neck. I kissed him on the cheek. "I love you Tobias Eaton."

He whispered. " I love you Tris Prior."

And while Four, in any other occasion would declare this moment as cheesy by every definition, it was sweet and awkward and all together—for lack of a better word: perfect.