[ that definitely proves he'd read wells' big, loved up gazes right back on the ground. bellamy's observation skills had always gone up against mom's, and she always had something opposing what he had originally concluded. (aurora blake looked at the world through the eyes of a mother; bellamy observed it through the eyes of someone who was forced to grow up a little too quick.) ]

[ he remains where he is, still on the couch, arm along the top of it as he listens. ] Sounds like a good friend. [ even though bellamy knows it had to be something more. but even good friends would trade their own things over to see one of their own happy. bellamy knows he'd do it for clarke in a heartbeat. ]

You should make sure the last art you've drawn isn't on the Ark, but here or at home. Just because we've been in piles of shit ever since we landed on the ground doesn't mean that has to end for you.