Four POV

I swear, I was only slightly drunk.

The entire table cheered as the bartender brought us another round of drinks. Eric, Lauren and I had originally planned to have a quick meeting to discuss training. Then Zeke unsurprisingly hijacked the whole thing and brought Shauna along with him.

Now we were all seated around a small table in a very loud bar.

I don't know how Zeke managed to find this place, as it was hidden far away from the normal busyness of the Pit. Most of the shops in Dauntless were all gathered around the Pit, or as I told the initiates, the center of life here at Dauntless. But this bar was tucked away in a faraway hallway branching out of the cafeteria. If I had come by myself, I would've gotten lost so many times.

Even though Zeke was being particularly obnoxious today, I couldn't say that I didn't appreciate him being here for me. Whenever my conversation with Eric and Lauren led to an awkward pause, Zeke didn't miss a beat, swooping in to save me.

As Dauntless-born, Lauren knew a lot more about the training and expectation. And as a natural-born tough guy, Eric seemed very passionate about improving the fights. After a while, it was just the two of them talking and discussing, completely ignoring my existence.

The whole table suddenly erupted in laughter as Zeke finished off a favorite joke of his. I plastered a fake smile on my face, pretending to enjoy being here. Zeke stumbled away as he went to go order more drinks.

As if that was what we needed right now.

More alcohol.

"So," I began as I turned back towards Eric and Lauren. I wasn't surprised to see the two of them locked in an aggressive kiss as they clutched each other in a drunk haze. I excused myself from the table, but I don't think anyone cared as Zeke was buying drinks, Shauna was staring at him intently, and Eric and Lauren continued making out.

I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

I walked away with my head down, resisting the urge to scream at everyone in my path. All I wanted to do right now, was take a nice shower and just go to sleep.

Suddenly, my legs gave out from under me as my vision blurred. My feet tripped over each other, causing me to end up face first on the floor.

"Four!" The sound of his voice made me jerk my head up in surprise. My vision cleared as I tried to regain my thoughts. I glanced towards the direction of her voice. He stood over me, watching me intently before slowly kneeling down next to me. His voice was thick with exhaustion and worry.

"Are you okay?"

I slowly stood up, grabbing ahold of a railing next to me. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Tris watched me carefully, standing up again to face me. "Are you sure? That was quite a fall."

"Yeah, I'm fine." I didn't want to admit to him that I was drunk. When he stepped closer, I was immediately hit with a realization. His eyes were tinted red and puffy, he'd been crying.

This time, it was my turn to ask, "Are you okay?"

He wiped at his eyes, hoping to hide his tears, "Yeah, why would you ask that?"

I leaned against a railing for support, "You've been crying."

He let out a small sniffle, which surprised me as he never cried openly in public. In fact, I've never even seen him cry before. Uriah was the happiest person that I've ever met. The mere thought that he could feel a single negative emotion surprised me.

"I'm fine," he repeated, but he leaned against the railing too.

After a second of silence, I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head before shifting his body so that he was facing outwards. Both his elbows leaned casually against the old railing, as he watched the spray of water hitting the bare walls of the Chasm.

"It's peaceful out here." His voice was devoid of emotion and his face was completely blank. Any stray tears had completely disappeared from his face now. From a glance, he might look fine, but I knew Uriah better than that.

I nodded my head cautiously, "Yeah."

Uriah tilted his head to the side, glancing at me sideways. "Four, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Are you drunk?"

I chuckled lightly, the harsh sound cutting through the thick tension that was hanging around us. "A little bit."

The corners of his mouth twitched up, "Definitely more than a little bit."

I sighed, turning around so that my back was leaning against the railing. Every few seconds I could feel a splash of water thunder below me, sending up a spray of mist, dampening the ends of my hair. "Your brother insisted on taking us out to a bar."

"'Us'?"

"My meeting with Lauren and Eric was hijacked by Zeke and Shauna."

Uriah shook his head, a small smile beginning to grow on his face. "I feel like my apologizing on behalf of Zeke isn't going to be much help here."

"No, I'm fine. I don't need an apology, I'm not mad or anything."

He scoffed, "You should be."

"Why?"

He just shook his head half-consciously and glanced away.

A spray of water hit the back of my head, nearly drenching me. I jumped forward, covering myself from the water. I glanced back to see Uriah fixated on a crack in the chasm, seeming very distracted.

I cleared my throat, forcing him to look at me. "So, I just spilled my secrets to you. Now it's you turn."

He chuckled, "Are you claiming that that was your only secret?"

My thoughts immediately traveled back to my father. I haven't seen him in over a year, and I wasn't sure what to feel about him. The whole point of coming to Dauntless was so that I could learn to defend myself, to protect myself from that monster. Because I wanted to stand up against up him. And I was given that opportunity, it was handed right into my lap. Yet still, he managed to intimidate me into giving up. Even from a hundred miles away, he still managed to haunt me.

"I didn't say that."

He paused before responding, "I had a fight with Tris."

I nearly jumped at the sound of her name. When she walked away from me weeks ago, it was like a part of me had gone with her. I couldn't think, I couldn't sleep, I was nothing without her. She made me feel like I was worth something, something more than just a punching bag for my father.

But I let her down. It was one thing to stand up against my father, it was another to stand up for Tris. I will never forget the look on her face when I told her that I had gave up. When I had gave up the only chance she had of staying safe. All these new methods of teaching that Eric's been implanting, endangering Tris is the last thing that I want to do. But I was too cowardly to help her.

So maybe, if I help Uriah with his problem, it'd be a sort of "I'm sorry" to Tris. It's nothing compared to everything she's done for me, but it would be a start.

Because I will never forgive myself until I know that she's safe. So maybe, I can get to Tris through Uriah.

I stepped closer to wrap an arm around him. He glanced sideways, giving me a confused look. I pulled him in a little closer, and he immediately tensed up. After a moment, he relaxed, shifting a little bit off his weight to rest on me. "Would you accept my help if I offered?"

He glanced back at me, "Are you offering?"

I nodded my head.

"Then yes."