SNIPPETS!
He reads the names on the sheet and checks the faces in front of him. He thought they'd be older, taller, teenagers with attitudes and acne. But one is so small he wonders if she's really seven. Overall, they are sullen and scared. Each one has a stack of blankets, a pillow, a bag and one more thing in common: they're orphans. He can't shake the feeling that no one thought it through when they pulled the trigger and pressed the plungers to deliver these kids onto the mercy of a broken faction.
Tris may be the only woman he wants to make love to, cuddle with, make promises in vulnerable moments with; but she's not the only one he wants to fuck. He'd never touch them when he has her, but it doesn't stop his mind from wondering in the training room, when he's on belay and any girl's ass is just above him and he's not aloud to look away. The view is good.
The aftermath is silent compared to the storm that finally blew through. Both of them knew it was coming, but he didn't expect to be back on his heels reeling from her truths. He knew he was right, knew everyone was on his side, until they weren't. He couldn't lift his eyes to meet anyone's. He couldn't bare the pressure of their glances. He was squeezed from the room to struggle on his own. To find some way to be better, to be wrong gracefully, to apologize to her, to them, to admit that the damned therapist had given him this weeks before and to contemplate if she was entirely right or if he could still be stubborn.
He's never looked vulnerable before. He's been scared, he's been open, he's begged her and threatened her. But there isn't enough fight left in him to cover the raw nerves. Just the breeze of her movement makes him squirm in pain. She knows she owes it to him to give him something back, a truth to build on.
Everyone has a game plan. She certainly had one. When he said he was going to Amity, she needed a vacation, an excuse to get him by himself, away from all the other girls and Four's tempering influence. The rest she could handle - short term guaranteed - the long term she was less prepared for. Now, on the way back with his undivided devotion, she was starting to panic.