Simulation for a muse. Starter for @divergentisms
It was strange to have so many altering revelations so quickly in sequence. It was easy to take in the facts, the things that he had seen within the files and computer screens in the control room. It was harder, however, to know what was right to do with them. But beyond all that, was the emotions that were stirring each time that she was near him. Never had he much luck with girls - or any opportunity to gain any, either - but she was something entirely different. Fierce and soft, all at once. Even there, within his apartment shortly after being attacked, she was fire and steel -- and still so light and open.
After he had instructed her to keep her head down, and make it seem like she was weaker than she was, there was a lull in the conversation. He didn't know how to bring up what he wanted to trust her with - not without her knowing who he was. It would have to wait. Clearing his throat a little, he stood from his crouch before her, sleeping just then didn't seem likely, even with the adrenaline from the fight fading.
Walking to his small kitchen, Four pulled down two glasses, busying himself with filling them with water, before offering one to Tris.