"Well, I suppose you can pull that off, being Abnegation and all," I say with a laugh. "I would probably make someone cry if I tried anything like that." I would feel terrible for it, of course. But at the same time, that's just how I handle myself. "This is weird," I comment as I follow her to the train platform, where people stand around waiting patiently for trains to pull in so they can walk, not leap, onto them. The civility of it all is unnerving as Jeanine's false smile.

"Don't think you can get rid of me that easily," I tell her, rolling my eyes playfully.

Honestly, when I consider the prospect of sleeping by myself in a space larger than I've known, it unnerves me in a way I don't like to dwell on. Like moths. So, even if I do have to put up with amorous noises from Tris and Four, I can't see myself living by myself.