AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wasn't sure whether I was ready or not, but as requested, here is Chapter Two in Tobias's point of view. Also, at the end of chapter one I said that the Divergent's were watching them, I meant the Dauntless. Without further ado, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!

Chapter Two – Tobias

Chivalry is Not Lost

Frustrated, I walk sourly towards my rooms. I wasn't jealous, but I wasn't happy either. Individuals I barely recognise pass me by and I see them nodding towards me, but I don't acknowledge them. My mind is too busy for anything else and my body is too tired. I want nothing more than to sleep. I reverie the comfort of my bed. My eyes feel heavy and they burn. My muscles are tensed and they ache the more I move. My muscles sting as they stretch on my long strides. I feel aggravated and I don't like it. I press a hand over my chest and glance down. I'm not wearing my jacket. I pause in my step and stare at the hard floor. I recall leaving it in the training room. I turn on my heel and head towards the stairs. I take them two at a time and pause when I open the door.

From a distance I see a figure ahead. It's Tris. I watch her closely from the doorway. She seems oblivious to me entering, so I take advantage of that fact. I watch closely as she picks up her knives slowly one by one and slots them into her pockets. I remember her removing them earlier that day and then leaving immediately for the infirmary. She pauses and I hold my breath. It could be awkward if she finds me here now. I had previously called her cold. I am not sure how I envisioned that statement to sound, but the way it had been registered was not intentional. I try not to move, if I do the door will creak. My presence will become known. I see her head turn slightly to the right, away from me and where I stand. Something has caught her attention, but it's not me. It's an object lying on top of the table beside her knives.

Her hands pause over the object I desire to see. I can see them trembling from where I stand. I step forward and look for my jacket. As I do, Tris finally picks up the object and as my gaze returns to her I see it's my jacket. I feel like pulling it from her grasp upon impulse, but the question remains in my mind: why had she hovered so tenderly? It lies within her grasp now. I can only see the back of her head, but I assume she's looking at my jacket. I want to know what is going through her mind as she lifts my jacket up to her chest height. She unravels the scrunched up ball and holds the jacket at the shoulders so that the rest hangs free.

"Have you seen my jacket?" I say loudly, knocking the door loudly as I let it go to make it seem as though I had just entered. It rebounds off the stone wall and rapidly slams shut. I flinch, my shoulders cowering. It echoes around the empty room, bouncing off the walls just like the door had. I look at the door momentarily. Too much?

"Oh… I-" she begins and I turn my gaze to the object within her hands and act oblivious.

"Cheers!" I smile taking it from her grasp. Our fingers brush against each other and her eyes flicker towards them. I think about leaving, but my eyes are locked on her. Her hair is still tied back in a tight pony tail. It hangs long down her back. Her black vest exposes her tattoo and I have to avert my eyes. I have missed my chance to exit.

"Sure," her voice is monotonous.

"What's wrong?" The longer I look at her the more I desire to take her into my arms, but I don't. Instead I watch as her lip begins to curl and then it vanishes. She was going to smile, but she didn't.

"Will wants me to cover Mack's shift," she says in a dull tenor. I watch as she lethargically slots her last throwing knife into her pocket.

"I could do it for you?" I offer and her face lifts slightly. After the words leave my mouth I regret them. I slip my free hand into my pocket and await her reply.

"Would you? I'm so tired," she's hopeful. I want to tell her that I'm tired too, but I can't.

"Yeah sure, a big shot like me needs the extra credit," I jest to hide my deceit.

"Thank you," she smiles tenderly at my joke. It makes me mystifyingly content. "Well I guess I should go listen to Christina rant about this food poisoning."

"Do you still share a room with Christina?" I ask bewildered.

"Yeah, I was offered my own room, but we didn't want to part," the end of her speech is muffled as she yawns. Her jaw opens so wide that I can clearly see the back of her throat. He mouth shuts and her lips purse. I realize that although I was staring at her yawn, it now seems as though I am looking at her lips. I avert my eyes to hers, they envelope me.

"If you want a decent rest, you can sleep in my room? You don't have to but the offers there. I don't share my room and I won't be there tonight. It's not like we haven't known each other for two years." I add to make the gesture less awkward. She looks at me wearily and I realize how inappropriate the suggestion sounded aloud. "Actually-"

"No," she interjects discontinuing my claim to take my offer back, "thank you for the offer." Her lip curls again, but this time it is permanent. Her smile warms me to the core and I am reminded of the emotions I once felt upon her initiation two years ago. "I should probably be there for Christina, but if the smell of vomit gets too much for me I might just have to take you up on it." She laughs and I find myself laughing in return.

"Average night for Miss Tris Prior," I tease and turn for the door. She follows by my side and I look down at her. I notice that she is a good head height shorter than me. "So tell me, how did you like your first day? Is initiate training to your tastes?" I throw my jacket over my shoulder and cross my arms over my chest. I use my shoulder to knock the door open. I hold it with my boot as she passes by. Her hair smells of honey.

"I miss it," she replies bluntly and I smile.

"The outside life? I can see why, it's dull in here, but safer nonetheless," I beam and I realize that her facial expression reflects that of the broken.

"No I mean…" she pauses and I turn my full gaze to her. I must make her feel uncomfortable because she changes her mind. "Yeah… I miss the freedom of the outdoors." She smiles meekly and I know she's lying, or rather attempting to. It annoys me.

I'm confused. My heart is acting like an open door. It's almost as if my heart is swelling. I can feel an incredible pressure on my chest. It's as though Tris is entering and making herself known. I press my hand to her exposed shoulder. Her skin is smooth and warm. I do it to show understanding and she looks at it despairingly. I think I see her smile, but it fades as quickly as it had appeared. She places her hand on top of mine. Her palm is clammy. I think she's going to slip my hand off her shoulder, but she doesn't. Every second feels longer than the last and I crumble.

"I know," I finish and pull my hand from beneath hers before she pushes it away. I don't like being rebuffed and I won't make a habit of it. I leave her side and disappear down the hallway. When I know I am out of sight I press my index finger to my forehead. I am frustrated with myself.

Shortly after I collect my gun and head outside to find Will. He's surprised to see me, but once I explain how tired Tris was he understands. I think I see a flicker of disappointment on his face. I choose to ignore it. Instead, I spend majority of the night patrolling with my gun in hand and with my mind absent, which is unfortunate when on City Security duty, but I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about Tris. I just want time to pass quickly so I can see if she has, in fact, taken me up on my offer and what it could possibly mean if she has.

"I think we should split up," Will breaks the silence and I frown at his peculiar comment.

"Come again?" I ask baffled and he gasps.

"You know what I mean!"

"I think you have the wrong impression. You may be into that sort of thing but-"

"You're an ass!" He scorns evidentially frustrated. I can't hold myself back from laughing. "I have no idea what Tris see's in you, but either way I am going this way and you better not follow me." He points his gun to acknowledge which direction he means, but I am still pondering on his first statement.

"Come again?"

"You're like a broken record," he moans and I realize I had just said the same thing. I shake my head and start again.

"No I mean, what you said first. Go back to what Tris sees in me?" I mimic and Will shrugs his shoulders, evidently not fazed by my enquiry. I feel a sense of relief as this is out of character for me.

"She tenses up when your name is mentioned. I assume she either really likes you or really hates you." He puts emphasis on the latter and my lip twists slightly. I irritate him.

I watch as he walks away, but I stand there for a few moments longer. I release my hand off the gun and press my clammy palm to the zipper of my jacket. Tris had previously stared at it and I couldn't understand why. That is not an act of hate. Two years ago she had taken a job that was as far from me as possible. I thought that it could be a hate crime, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe… just maybe she was avoiding her feelings for me by depriving herself of the sight of me. She had said earlier that she had missed something. That something I could not pinpoint, but I know that upon seeing her again that my feelings had not changed. I look up and find Will gone. I look around and I am surrounded by emptiness. Something aches in the back of my mind. This fraction of knowledge has made something that was once deeply buried, come to life. I need to know if she is sleeping in my room.

I carry my legs as fast as possible back into the Dauntless compound and into the faction building. The night air is cool on my skin. I storm the hallways until I get to my room. I hover outside my bedroom door and with one last breath I push it open. I am full of remorse. The room is empty and I regret that I had got ahead of myself. I am truly upset. I check the time. It is almost 3:00am. I close the door and turn back down the hallway to re-join Will, but Tris turns the corner and I freeze. I smile light-heartedly. The sight of her lifts me and I have this incredible urge to run towards her.

"What?" She asks her voice cold. I realize I have an impish smile upon my face and I shake my head to rid myself of the foolish emotions.

"Nothing, sorry." I say and she looks at me wearily. Content, but wearily.

"I was just going to-"

"Take me up on my offer?" I cut her off and she blushes a deep shade of red. She tucks her hair behind her ear. I notice a bump pattern through her hair and the elastic on her wrist. Her face is gentle, she looks through her eyelashes up at me.

"Yes," she smiles. She is defeated. I am defeated. "Do you mind?" She asks gesturing to my presence.

"Oh no, carry on. I just came back to-"

"To?"

"Erm… I don't remember," I blunder and I see the white of her teeth through her smile. I step aside and she walks past me. She opens my door and pauses. Her gaze turns back to me and I lift the strap of the gun onto my shoulder.

"Thank you," she finishes and I nod. Her smile is the last thing I see before my door closes. I am left alone in the hallway with my thoughts. It had been one day. One day and we were sharing moments such as these. Had the two years apart made us irrational or had they made us carefree? What did all this mean?