[ it's too easy to move where he guides her, her arm curled over his shoulder and her other hand moving to rest on his side, bunching in the fabric of his shirt, encouraging him closer. and of course there's some small, quiet part of her brain chanting wait, wait, wait, because she can already feel herself getting caught up in this, but it's drowned out by the rush of everything else she's feeling, having him this close again. it's nowhere near as easy as just slipping back into how things were, she knows that, but she's selfish enough to soak in everything he's giving her right now. and she might be out of practice, but that muscle memory is still there, deep down, making her lift on her toes just the slightest bit she needs to so that he doesn't have to curl up too far to keep his forehead pressed to hers.
he's too close for her eyes to actually focus on his, but she's trying, because the alternative is letting them fall shut and she's not ready for that either. she nods, smiling faintly, her hand sliding up to rest on the back of his neck, squeezing gently before it ends up in his hair. which is very counterproductive to the fact that she just agreed to take him home, which requires moving. a good amount more moving than it used to, when she still lived in her house in the up and was just a taxi ride away. ]
I've got a place in the Down now, we'll have to take the train. [ that's not an answer to his question, like, at all ] I mean, yes. Yeah. I've got you. [ it's slow-going, and it's obvious she'd much rather just be pushing up onto her toes just that tiny bit more it would take so she could press her lips to his, but instead she's rocking back, stepping out of his personal space until the only point of contact that's left is her fingers lacing up between his so she can hold onto his hand, already moving. ]
C'mon.
[ because she has no patience, really, and the whole fucked up screening process to get onto the train is much more annoying than it usually is, just taking up way too much of their time that they could be spending in much better ways. she keeps her hand in his the whole way, shoulders bumping, but she doesn't let herself start explaining anything just yet. the people on the train, or along the few streets they need to walk, or in the hallway leading to her apartment, don't get to hear their conversation. she's not willing to jump into any kind of discussion while they're still out in public, especially not with how things are now in the down, with gang members listening in on anything they can to use it against people later. nope.
but she also... doesn't seem all that willing to jump into any kind of conversation once they're alone in her apartment either. it's the kind of apartment she could only ever dream of being able to afford back home, industrial and hipster and too big for one person ( and one cat ) to live in alone. not that she spends all that much time alone here, but, that's not the point.
the point is that tris' hand is still in hers and she's absolutely using that grip to tug him back in close again, stumbling right back into the position they were in not too long ago. well. not exactly- it was definitely more clumsy this time, and she's a little out of breath from being so focused on getting him to her apartment as quickly as possible, but that's okay.
she leans in, like maybe she's about to just drop any ideas of actually catching him up on anything, but her lips part just a breath away from his, resisting for who knows what reason. maybe it's one last attempt at something like self-preservation. who knows. ]
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he's too close for her eyes to actually focus on his, but she's trying, because the alternative is letting them fall shut and she's not ready for that either. she nods, smiling faintly, her hand sliding up to rest on the back of his neck, squeezing gently before it ends up in his hair. which is very counterproductive to the fact that she just agreed to take him home, which requires moving. a good amount more moving than it used to, when she still lived in her house in the up and was just a taxi ride away. ]
I've got a place in the Down now, we'll have to take the train. [ that's not an answer to his question, like, at all ] I mean, yes. Yeah. I've got you. [ it's slow-going, and it's obvious she'd much rather just be pushing up onto her toes just that tiny bit more it would take so she could press her lips to his, but instead she's rocking back, stepping out of his personal space until the only point of contact that's left is her fingers lacing up between his so she can hold onto his hand, already moving. ]
C'mon.
[ because she has no patience, really, and the whole fucked up screening process to get onto the train is much more annoying than it usually is, just taking up way too much of their time that they could be spending in much better ways. she keeps her hand in his the whole way, shoulders bumping, but she doesn't let herself start explaining anything just yet. the people on the train, or along the few streets they need to walk, or in the hallway leading to her apartment, don't get to hear their conversation. she's not willing to jump into any kind of discussion while they're still out in public, especially not with how things are now in the down, with gang members listening in on anything they can to use it against people later. nope.
but she also... doesn't seem all that willing to jump into any kind of conversation once they're alone in her apartment either. it's the kind of apartment she could only ever dream of being able to afford back home, industrial and hipster and too big for one person ( and one cat ) to live in alone. not that she spends all that much time alone here, but, that's not the point.
the point is that tris' hand is still in hers and she's absolutely using that grip to tug him back in close again, stumbling right back into the position they were in not too long ago. well. not exactly- it was definitely more clumsy this time, and she's a little out of breath from being so focused on getting him to her apartment as quickly as possible, but that's okay.
she leans in, like maybe she's about to just drop any ideas of actually catching him up on anything, but her lips part just a breath away from his, resisting for who knows what reason. maybe it's one last attempt at something like self-preservation. who knows. ]
I missed you.