Blue glances up and catches Tris smiling in her direction, and she smiles back softly, a little knowingly. It makes her feel, if not possible to be sexy all scraped up and in oversized clothes, at least a little confident, a little flirty. Glad to be able to evoke that sort of look. It's not one she's gotten so often as to be used to it, and certainly not in a way that feels returned.

Hell, she's only ever even kissed two people before Tris. One of them was dead at the time.

She blinks at the tea, because: "Hibiscus is actually perfect." She hadn't known exactly what she wanted, but that particular blend of sweetness and tangy was what she was trying to describe, one only a few other things like raspberry or passionfruit offer. She wraps her hands around it and takes a sip. "It's great." She chews on her lip a little as they both sort of hover, there, in that space.

"So....us," Blue blurts after another sip, and huffs a laugh, embarrassed, at herself.

"You're my best friend," she starts: she has other best friends, but it seems incomplete to say "one of". "I've known you as long as ...anyone here." She's known Tris as long as she'd known any of the Raven Boys, certainly by the time she got here, and given when they disappeared and the year that's passed, possibly longer than she got a chance to. "And I love that. I love you and I love what we are, like this. That I can come here out of nowhere, even before all this, and it's not weird. I don't -- if we messed that up, I don't know what I'd do."

She takes a breath, tipping her head up at Tris. "But I want...more than that too. I mean, kissing," she grins, "but not just the kissing part."