Who: Christian and Tris
Setting: Flashback, about 8 months ago
Tris stepped under the awning of the looming block before him as the rain began to drizzle down from the grey skies above. He ignored the glare this action got him from the doorman, who looked very much like he wanted to move him on. Tris figured the only reason he wasn't bring kicked to the curb was because the doorman had seen him kiss Christian before sending him upstairs.
Tris glanced at the door again, then checked his phone. Nothing.
He hated this. Hated waiting. Knowing he should hope it went well, fearing it wouldn't. Worrying that Chris would get his heart broken. Terrified that if it came to a choice between Tris and his family, Christian would make the obvious choice and maybe Tris would be standing here, waiting for something that would never happen. Maybe Chris just wasn't coming back.
He checked his messages again.
Nothing.
( in a different place )