I follow Tobias up the stairs to his room and even though I've been here before, many times, this version of him has never taken me here. I wonder if it makes him nervous…bringing me up here. I keep telling him that he doesn't know me and maybe that's one of the reasons that he won't remember me. I keep pushing the idea that he has no idea who I am. Will it help if I let my guard down and let him actually get to know me? Because maybe if he gets to know me then maybe I can let myself go. Is it possible that he's a different person than I know he is? Is it possible that I'm the one in the wrong here and that maybe none of this has actually happened for me?

That can't be. Because I remember everything so vividly. Everything that has happened to me…to us…it's so clear in my mind. And if the memories that I have were implanted in me, what would be the reason for it? What would be the reason for me to suffer? To not be happy? There's no way. This is David's fault, I'm sure of it. I can't give up now. I can't just sit back and let things play out this way. I want my life back. I want Tobias back. I need him here with me because I can't do this on my own.

He turns back to look at me offers me a smile as he opens the door. "I don't ever have people over," he tells me. "So I apologize if it's kind of a mess."

I shake my head as I walk past him into the room and I set my bag down on the floor. Everything was just like I remembered. He was the same, which meant that I didn't have that to worry about. I turn to look at him, a smile on my lips. "No, it's great," I tell him. "Just like I remember."

"You've been here before?" There is a hint of surprise in his voice.

I nod. "There's not a lot that I don't know about you, Tobias."

He watches me for a moment and the muscle in his lip twitches up. I walk through the room to the bed and sit down on it, brushing my hair out of my face. I take a breath. "The group is looking pretty good," I say. "Don't you think?"

He nods at my question and walks over to his lockers before shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up. I can't keep my eyes off of him. I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it into the basket that's meant for laundry. I bite my lower lip as I get up and cross to him, running my fingers down his back, looking at his tattoos, rememorizing the way they spread out across his back. He stiffens at the touch and I pull my hand away. He shakes his head. "Don't," he says. I look up to meet his eyes.

I nod and return my hand to him, letting my fingers run over the different faction tattoos. "How did you know?" I ask.

"How did I know what?"

"That you could show me these?"

His shoulders lift in a shrug and I watch his face. He turns around and looks down at me. My heart beats a little bit faster in my chest and I swallow, suddenly nervous. But this is Tobias. I shouldn't be nervous. He lifts his hand and brushes it across my cheek. "Because I trust you."

I nod, even though what he said wasn't really a question. He smiles at me and I smile back before going to grab my bag from over by the door and I pull my night shirt out. I go into his bathroom to change, pulling the shirt over my figure before heading back out. I put my clothes back in the bag and turn to find Tobias staring at me. I blush because I realize how little I'm wearing, and I didn't even think about it. "Sorry," I say, my voice quiet as I move to the bed and get under the blanket. I lay down and take a breath, nervous. At least now the blanket is covering me so I don't have that to worry about.

After a few moments, he comes to join me on the bed and the only thing that I can think about is the space between us and the heat radiating from both our bodies. I can't stop myself from the sensation running through my body, the heat, the tingling. I feel his hand move and he takes mine in his, lacing our fingers together under the blanket. I turn to look at him and he's watching me, with that half smile on his face.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm ever pushing you," I say, my voice quiet.

He squeezes my hand. "I don't," he tells me.

"Good," I tell him as I bite my lip. His hand on mine is comforting and it makes me smile. I let out a breath. "I may not have been away too long, in my reality, but I really missed you."

He smiles back at me. "I'm right here, Tris," he says. "And I'm not going anywhere."

I nod and close my eyes, just wanting to enjoy the moment. I feel his hand on my cheek so I open my eyes. He's moved closer to me my breath hitches in my throat and he stares into my eyes. I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't do anything but stare into those dark blue eyes of his. I swallow past the lump in my throat and take a breath. "You promise?"

He nods and I let the breath go. "I promise."

I don't care about space or anything. I move in and rest my head against his chest. I take in his scent and feel a sense of calm run through me. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me against him. I hold onto his arms and I don't ever want to let go. He rests his head against mine and I close my eyes, feeling better than I had in the last twenty-four hours. His lips press to my forehead and I let out a sigh, a smile on my lips, though he can't see it.

"I think maybe tomorrow we should play capture the flag," Tobias says. "But I don't know if we should trust them with guns yet, even if they're just sim darts."

I bite my lip, thinking. "I think we should give them a little more training," I say. "The hand to hand we just started and from what I saw, it looked a little sloppy."

"Agreed," he said. "I kind of just wanted to see what you meant by Ferris Wheel."

I pull away so that I can look up at him. "What?"

"You said something about the Ferris Wheel yesterday, so I assumed that maybe if we went back, something might click. I might remember something."

I shake my head. "You would willingly climb the Ferris Wheel?" I ask him.

"For you? Yeah of course."

I smile at him and resist the urge to kiss him. Instead I move in and press my lips to his cheek. Safe. Easy. Simple.

"Is that so surprising?" he asks me.

"No, actually it's not."

"Then don't act surprised," he tells me as he squeezes my sides gently. I move against him, a soft laugh slipping through my lips and he grins at me. "How didn't I notice you before? How didn't I notice you?" he asks, brushing my hair behind my ear. "In this life; in this time?"

I shrug because I don't have the answer to that. I don't know why…I don't know anything about what's going on here, except that I want to try to get things back to normal. I want to get things back to the way they were when it was me and Tobias. "it doesn't matter," I tell him. "Because you notice me now."

Tobias nods leans in, his forehead pressing against mine. "I see you."