grab for any comfort, any little thing (A Divergent Fanfiction)

are they worthy to eat

I spend the next four days watching Tank carefully, and I even ask Slightly to trade places with me so I can keep an eye on the front of our convoy. Tank carries herself the same as always, and I get the impression that Tori and I are the only ones to know so far. This summer has been pretty quiet what with it being too hot for the factionless to bother to fight, but that doesn't stop them from trying. There are a few scuffles, but usually once they see us coming, they split up.

"I'm hot!" I hear the Duke yell from the driver's seat.

"I don't want to hear it!" Henley yells back. "You don't have to walk!"

"But I'm hot!"

I try to keep to my perch when Tank turns around and pops the windshield right in front of the Duke's face with a bright yellow paintball. I'm laughing too hard and I have to drop back down into the Bus proper before I fall.

"And now I can't see!"

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My next free day is Saturday, and it's the day before Visiting Day. The initiates should have their final fights today, and tomorrow they'll shuffle into the Pit to both hope and fear that their families will come to visit them. At least I only had to deal with the fear. It still creeps in sometimes, especially on the days that Marcus feels the need to visit our compound to "strengthen the strained bonds between Abnegation and Dauntless". The only thing that makes those days better is that Eric told me, and Tobias, that Max instated a rule that visiting leaders aren't allowed to speak to members of a faction that isn't theirs without permission. I don't ask how much Eric had to do with that rule.

I let myself sleep in later than usual, catching the alarm on Eric's watch before it even goes off, and roll over into the warm spot he always makes. At seven-forty-five, a secondary alarm goes off, and Eric has to roll out of bed to get dressed before he's late to the last day of stage one. After he's brushed his teeth and thrown a shirt on, he leans over the bed and kisses me on the nose.

"You're still in bed," he says. "Everything okay?"

I nod, and scratch through the hair on the back of his head like I know he likes. "I just feel like being still today," I whisper.

"If you feel like moving, come find Four and me for lunch, oaky?"

I nod, and he kisses me one more time before he has to go.

Once I'm alone, I take my time getting out of bed and showering. I wash my hair, brush my teeth, think about shaving my legs and decide not to. I dress in comfortable clothes, one of Eric's shirts and a pair of soft pants, and make my way to the room that I still technically share with Az. Most of my stuff is in Eric's apartment now, so Az has the room to herself most of the time, which she doesn't mind. Harper's roommates, Jack and Connor, don't mind either, as it means they get to spend most night in their own beds.

I pound of the door a few times, giving them both a chance to cover themselves, before stepping in. There are three feet hanging off the bed and the blankets have been stolen from by bed, which I don't understand since it has to be seventy-five degrees in the room, and I flicker the light switch a few times to get their attention.

"What?" Az groans from somewhere in the bedding.

"You off today?" I ask.

"What is today?"

"Saturday."

"No," she sighs. "I have a shift at ten."

"Want to have breakfast?" I ask.

"Do I have to get dressed?"

"Yes," Harper answers for me.

"I'll meet you there," Az says, and I laugh as I close the door.