“You think I'm pretty?" I ask. "We need to stop talking," he says a little gruffly. "We're scaring the fish off." "Okay, okay." I bite my lip, then smile.”

“He smiles and the world is okay. It feels like it grew a tiny bit. Like I let him into the small corner where I live. He grabs my hand, squeezing it and kisses the top of it, "Now stop trying to scare me off with talks of having kids and area rugs and shit. I'm not going anywhere.”

“Stop talking now," I whispered because if he didn't I'd start crying."You asked.""Okay, I did, but you need to stop talking now.""Baby-"I looked down at the cookie sheet. "And don't be nice anymore, I prefer you annoying.”

“Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something.""Okay." He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?"I cringe and say, "Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?"..."Maybe you were cut out for Candor," he says, "because you're a terrible liar.”

“..."You must think I'm crazy."He smiled. "A little, but you're my crazy now. So it's okay. What's the matter?"~Slade”

“You asked if I was okay. I'll say I'm okay but really, inside it takes everything that I can do, to not scream and cry.”