Blue grins. It's silly, of course: they're being silly and that feels as good as anything. But it's also nice to have these questions answered, to say Tris is my girlfriend in her head.

It's more than nice. It feels amazing.

"At having a girlfriend or at being one?" she asks, sort of teasing, sort of just fond, and pauses. "I mean, I'm not exactly a pro." Blue exhales a laugh. She's like the opposite of a pro girlfriend: between lack of interest, being in love with too many people, and outright being cursed to kill someone, she historically might rank as one of the worst choices in romantic interest ever. "I've dated one ...and a ...half people."

She's still not exactly sure if what she and Adam did was dating or just a small exercise in misidentifying love.