[ Tristan sounds off into the kiss with a happy half-laugh, melting into the action before Max pulls away and hauls him up off of the bed by his hands. He fumbles forward with him, blankets piling at his ankles, which he picks his way out of carefully. If he doesn't, well, it means he's going to end up face-first on the floor and that's not really what he's going for at this time of night in all of his excitement. ]
Please.
[ It's excitement, but also panic because Tris hasn't felt this in so long. He's half afraid it's going to disappear by daybreak like some kind of curse and that's the last thing he wants to have to come to terms with. He moves from Max's hand to his arm, wrapping his own tightly around it as they leave his room into the darkened halls. Tristan wastes no time in giving an old trick a try, sliding a thumb over his fingers and creating a soft, amorphous cloud of light. It takes a minute for the thing to get with the program, hovering a moment out of shape before pulling into a gently bobbing perfect sphere of light and moving forward like a guide. ]
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Please.
[ It's excitement, but also panic because Tris hasn't felt this in so long. He's half afraid it's going to disappear by daybreak like some kind of curse and that's the last thing he wants to have to come to terms with. He moves from Max's hand to his arm, wrapping his own tightly around it as they leave his room into the darkened halls. Tristan wastes no time in giving an old trick a try, sliding a thumb over his fingers and creating a soft, amorphous cloud of light. It takes a minute for the thing to get with the program, hovering a moment out of shape before pulling into a gently bobbing perfect sphere of light and moving forward like a guide. ]