if he looked at me like this…omg
In that moment I’m able to accept the inevitability of how I feel, though not with joy. I need to talk to someone. I need to trust someone. And for whatever reason, I know, I know it’s her.
Tris: "You’re not very nice," she says, grinning.
Tobias: "You’re one to talk."
Tris: "Hey, I could be nice if I tried."
Tobias: "Hmm." He taps his chin. ”Say something nice, then.”
Tris: “You’re very good-looking.”
Tobias: He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this ‘nice’ thing."
basically the whole theater during this scene
Apology not excepted. No offense authors above. /|\