It's not an effort to hold very still as Tris applies gauze. She's careful and methodical, and it stings, yes, but Blue can also feel herself teetering on one of those curious edges that she'd so often felt around Gansey. Moments in the car, sometimes, where the line between friendship-love and romantic-love frayed. She's not even sure she knows the difference or where that edge is: she's worked so hard at not falling in love, and she always does anyway, only it's with the friendship of people far before she ever feels anything more than that.

Tris' joke is actually welcome, and she grins, even at the awkwardness. Not only because it's a terrible flirtation, but because it is one, and because she doesn't doubt Tris would worry enough to check these things.

Blue turns, as Tris finishes up with the gauze and confesses what both of them have been thinking. "I'm not either," she says, and chews on her lip. "I know I should be, because I kissed you, only..." She reaches out to push a lock of hair away from Tris' face. It feels awful for them to be strange with each other. That's not the point of this at all. "I don't know what you want, for one."

Tea whistles in the other room and she blinks at it. "Do you want to go sit down and we can talk it out?"