[He shouldn't tell his little bother he wants him. But Tris is so far from personal morals and has been for so long that instead his fingers curl against the thin shirt Ariel is wearing, one hand lifting to brush his hair back and cup his cheek, draw his face close. ]

I do want you. Will that scare you off as well?

[His voice is soft, his eyes intense, never leaving Ariel's face. ]