Tris chuckled. "I'd imagine he is. Then again, thanks to us he found that gang of his. Which is where he's been going when not with you. He sent me a letter recently about it. Sounds like a tough crowd. I don't personally know Jadyr, but I hear he's as hard-nosed as they come. Don't you go getting involved with any of them." He tapped Xo's nose for emphasis. "Anything happens to you, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
Softly, he kissed him again, and wrapped an arm around him, holding him close. Tristanis wasn't usually this 'touchy-feely' - but those months in the war had given him a voracious hunger for touch. The war, after all, acted differently on different people. Tris just sort of dealt with it by shutting himself down. It caused stress, heartache, and a sort of place inside him that was devoid of warmth and kindness. War changed people, but it could never fully erase the internal compassion and care that was inherent in Tris' entire being. Even so, being close to Xo'keye... touching him... holding him... It was starting to ease that cold ache. The more it eased, the more he wanted - which was why he was not letting him out of arm's reach.
"Enough about that, though. What have you been doing with yourself? Any new plans or ventures I should know about?"