After morning training, we leave the pit and head into the cafeteria for lunch. It's busy and crowded and my eyes look for Christina. She's already sitting down and eating. I feel a little bad that I don't even know what her job is. Everyone has a job…so what is it that she does with her time? I'll have to ask her later…unless she's too angry with me later. Tobias is behind me and he places a hand on my back ushering me forward, to the table Christina is at and I swallow, nervous. I sit down next to her. "Hey Chris," I say offering a smile before turning to my food. Tobias sits on the other side of us and I wish desperately that this situation isn't what it is, but there's nothing I can do about it. She doesn't know, and she thinks that everything is okay. The friendship that is between us, even though I'm not sure how to describe it, is going to be shaky. And right now I need as many allies as I can get. I don't know how far this is all going to escalate so I need people on my side.

"Hey," Christina says. "Exciting news about Uriah waking up, huh?"

I feel my jaw clench at the mention of Uriah. I still don't know why he's here…or how. But I'm going to try to figure it out later, if I have an opportunity. Tobias notices the muscle spasm and his eyes narrow, but I shake my head, not wanting to get into it. I'm not even sure how to explain it to him. And if I tell that he was the cause of Uriah's death, it would probably affect him that it did the first time. Things were different now, I knew that before, but now it's even worse considering Uriah was back. Back and alive, that is. It's strange, and even though I've only been here for two days, I still don't understand anything that's going on.

"Definitely," Tobias answers, because obviously the lull in silence was overwhelming. I had been too wrapped up in my thoughts of conspiracy that I hadn't even noticed that I hadn't answered Christina's question. I need to work on that….the whole not paying attention thing. It would prove to be very dangerous here…for me…for everyone.

"You okay?" she asks me as she chews on a piece of chicken.

I nod. "Oh yeah," I say. "Everything's fine."

She stares at me. "You've been acting super weird lately," she tells me.

I shrug as I cut a piece of chicken before taking a bite. "I don't have an explanation," I tell her. I feel Tobias looking between the two of us and I'm sure to not look at him, not to make what's coming any harder than it has to be.

"Is it because of Peter?" she asks me, resting a hand on my arm.

I look at her surprised. "What?" Peter hadn't even crossed my mind. Well he had, but not to the point where he would even warrant this kind of reaction from me. The old Tris, the one that I didn't know, probably would have. But this is me now. I am in control of this life. I am a completely different person. "No, no of course not."

"Are you sure? Because if it was me, I would totally be the same way."

"It's not!" I snap at her. She pulls away from me like I've burned her and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. The cafeteria has gone quiet and I feel people staring at us. I set my fork down and shake my head. "I'm sorry," I tell her before getting up and leaving the room. I need to get ahold of myself. I need to relax and keep things going as best I can. I have to keep it together.

I make it down the hallway and instead of going back to the room like I have originally planned in my escape I go down to the pit. I put some chalk on my firsts before I walk over to the punching bags and I honestly can't tell you how long I was there before my knuckles started bleeding and I couldn't see anymore because I had also started crying. It wasn't Dauntless of me to cry. But maybe this was me letting my Abnegation through. I grab onto the bag and it's the only thing that keeps me up.

After a few moments, someone comes and unhooks my arms from the bag and I collapse against them and we go to the floor. At this point, I don't even care who it is. I haven't stopped crying, but I'd know his scent anywhere. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't have to, or maybe he just doesn't know what to say. But his arms are around me and I'm crying into his sweater and we don't speak.

I'm not sure how long we sit like that, but I run out of tears and I'm worried that he'll ask me why I was trying because I don't really have a logical explanation for it. At least I don't have one that's going to make any sense to anyone but me…and maybe Uriah. Even then, it's still kind of bare. I pull away and he wipes my cheeks with the sleeve of his sweater.

"You good?" he asks me. "You okay?"

I nod and smile at him. "Thank you," I tell him.

He looks at me like it's ludicrous that I'm thanking him. "Of course," He says pulling me to him and pressing his lips to my forehead. He wraps his arms around me and I breathe him, his scent relaxing me. He helps me to my feet and I look around the empty pit.

"Where's the group?" I ask.

"I sent them with Lauren for a bit," Tobias answers. "She didn't mind."

"I feel so bad about what happened," I say. "Christina must hate me."

"She kind of hates us both right now."

I look at him, surprised. "You told her?"

He nods. "I had to. I couldn't just leave it like that," he says. "I saw that you weren't okay with it…my attention until I broke things off," he sighs. "I was going to go after you, like I did the other night, and I would have been here sooner if she hadn't stopped me., and she asked me why it was me that was going after you. She kept asking questions and wouldn't stop, so I told her. She was angry of course, but I think she'll get over it…in time."

I nod. "Thank you."

He smiles at me. "Are you okay though? Really okay?"

"Honestly?" I ask. He nods. "I have no idea yet. But I'm working on it. And when I'm okay, you'll be the first to know, I promise."

He grins. "Good."

"So Lauren's got them on the roof shooting guns…so I'm thinking that we should probably go and get them before one of them shoots an appendage," Tobias says with a grin.

I laugh. I actually wouldn't be surprised."

"A laugh," he says brushing his hand across my cheek. "I'm glad."

I look up at him. I want to tell him that I love him, but I can't. It's too early. It's too soon. So instead I smile and I kiss his cheek. "Thank you," I tell him again. "Really."

"I'd do anything for you, Tris."

He looks down at me and smiles at me, his eyes searching my face for what, I have no idea. So I nod in response. "I know."