Fowler and Bennett lock horns, again.
Longing makes the world bright and the yearner blind, he knows, but even without his want soaking through and staining it, he thinks— he would be sure.
"Don't," he says, thin and strangled — no, not strangled, really. Smothered. The word hardly left his throat at all, and if John hadn't been so close, just about on top of him in an enclosed space, he might never have heard.
(For the Tumblr prompt "things you said while you were driving".)
Tris and Four take a detour.
Fitzjames does what he does best.
Some new coworkers are newer than others.
On the road, after the walls come down. Tris looks for answers; Peter looks for an ending.
"Step into my fucking office."
Drax shows Sumner a better way to go about skinning a seal.