It was late at night, the only time Tris and Four could safely be together. They chatted, Tris talking about the stress of current initiate training, and Four remained aloof, a facade for anyone who may pass them as they wandered the halls. While Four kept his observant gaze on everything around them, Tris kept her gaze on the floor. She looked tired and, being younger and newer to the Dauntless compound, was still adjusting to the lifestyle. Four abruptly stopped, causing Tris to practically run into his arm, her eyebrow raising

Tris: “What-“

Four: “The control room’s still active? I turned off that light when I left”

Four muttered, stepping aside to the door that obviously had a light coming from under it. Tris watched curiously, though was unable to see through Four as he opened the door

Four deadpanned, a hand immediately going to cover Tris’ eyes. Zeke had, of course, returned to use the control room as a makeout spot with his partner. Tris made a small disgruntled noise, unable to understand the situation with her view covered

Four: “Seriously, Zeke.”