Blue is sure she's blushing when Tris laughs, but it's a good laugh, a giggly one that she files away as wanting to cause more often, even if it's at her own expense. "I'd like that too," she says, leaning into Tris' shoulder and tucking her head down against it. Honestly, she's 20 years old, she really needs to stop being such a fluttery chaotic mess about this stuff, but her heartbeat refuses to obey. "I'd really like that."

She scoots back on the bed, carefully, and tilts her head. "C'mere?"