“Do I look like I’ve been crying?’ I say.
‘Hmm.’ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he’s inspecting my face. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the same air- if I could remember to breathe.
‘No, Tris,’ he says. A more serious look replaces his smile as he adds, ‘You look tough as nails.”