It's an unnerving answer: I don't know what I want. It's fair: Blue knows that. If she had to say specifically what she wants with Tris, she'd be hard pressed to put it into words. It's not words, it's a lot of feelings in her veins, the way that this place feels like home and she's also prickly-aware of her skin bare under Tris' fingers, even in pain.

But having been the one to kiss Tris first, she feels unreasonably nervous about what not knowing means. Should she never have done anything? Has she changed their friendship forever? She doesn't -- she can't lose that.

Tris's finger linked into hers feels good in the face of that uncertainty, solid, and she closes the circle, keeping her hand close as she gets up. "That'd be nice, if you don't mind."