This is another scene that was cut because every. single. scene. had this back and forth about schedules and making time and it was exhausting. So this takes place somewhere before the horrible torturous doctor's appointment - a few days before Four's birthday and initiation.

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"You didn't get enough sleep yesterday, did you?" Tris nudged his arm, settling into the seat next to him.

Tobias raised his head off his arms and squinted against the light. Her hand smoothed his shirt across his shoulders. He snaked his hand around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. He wanted to hold her and pretend they were somewhere else. Some place with sunshine and gentle breeze and no commitments to uphold or reasons not to fall asleep together. Some place where his nightmares didn't make him dread sleep.

"Do you have another shift tonight?"

"Nope. Punishment over. I don't have anything for maintenance until Faction Feast."

"What's Faction Feast?"

"Just a big pot luck dinner day before choosing."

"So you're free? No commitments to family? No meetings? No shifts?"

"Just the usual prep meetings with Amar and Leadership. And then I am one hundred percent free. But, tomorrow I got to be up for some stuff with Zeke and the Pedrads. It's Uriah's birthday."

"Oh, the first birthday. Are they doing something special?"

"The whole clan is going out for a run in the morning and then some lunch with Hana. Then I'm taking Zeke out for the afternoon and probably later."

"Out where?"

"Anywhere but here. Hana doesn't want him moping around the compound all day. And she doesn't want him drinking himself to death every year."

"It's good he has you to distract him."

"We will see. There's only so much I can do. How about you? I never asked, how was day two?"

"Day two was… do you know anything about Layton?"

"Sure. He's the year between us. He was a pretty good fighter. Dauntless born. A dozen or so fears. He got ranked pretty high because he handled the stress well and was intelligent in his landscape. That's about all I remember. Why?"

"He's a dick." Tris turned red, Tobias chuckled at what seemed to be Zeke's influence and not Christina's.

"What he do?"

"Nothing. Just I can tell."

"You need me to talk to him?"

"No. I can take care of myself."

"Okay, let me know if that changes. So how you want to spend tonight? We can train a bit together?"

"I probably won't be able to. I have an appointment."

"When? For what?"

"Karla's gonna take me."

"For another connective therapy? Tris, I'll go with you. When is it?"

"Oh no, not that. Just routine check up, but I was thinking I would stay with Caleb since I don't have work tomorrow. Eggs or toast?" She briskly tried to change the subject.

"If you want time with Caleb, I get that. But don't feel like you have to hide away when you're hurting. I can take care of you, read to you."

"Like I said, it's a basic follow up. I know I won't be allowed to see him as much. And I still have some cleaning and packing to do."

He didn't press, but it didn't sit well with him how her lack of eye contact felt like she was already keeping secrets.