He couldn't hold back the sob that escaped when Cian's lips touched his forehead, his upper body giving a little under the weight of its implications.
"But...I never meant to be." His voice sounded tiny and weak, such a long, long way from those dramatic and inflected tones that drew so much ire. "And you can keep an eye on me now, can't you? I promise I'll be better. I'll do whatever you want." Tris leaned ever so slightly into those fingers combing through his hair. Please, just stay.