[ bellamy can't help but smile as he repeats: ] You'd make them go boom.
[ to him, it sounds too good to be true — hug as many people he's meant to to fulfil his quota and he gets to stay with no pressure to keep on hugging on. the good things people are used to, the things people expect, are opportunities he's never been given. he wonders if he can try and attain the impossible, inspired by those who have tried to resurrect the dead, but bellamy thinks he's only going to strike lucky looking after octavia. it's all he knows — he's good at it, even when he believes otherwise. ]
Nice. [ he says it quietly. he isn't so sure if he should say thank you, even though it's on the tip of his tongue to. it seems as though it'd just make things awkward — or more awkward, as he isn't so oblivious to know he's not looking at her for a reason he's only half-deciphered. he can't help but remember how she had seemed almost deflated at the thought of him leaving, and he feels himself almost sensitive to it, not wanting to be dishonest with her when it comes to his intentions shifting. ]
[ he can't spy heracles in the sky, needing her to point him out. but he finds looking up at the sky is his lion's pelt, letting him hide away even though he's in plain sight. she can't see his expression, and that's all that matters to him right now. he sighs, ] I haven't hugged anyone.
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[ to him, it sounds too good to be true — hug as many people he's meant to to fulfil his quota and he gets to stay with no pressure to keep on hugging on. the good things people are used to, the things people expect, are opportunities he's never been given. he wonders if he can try and attain the impossible, inspired by those who have tried to resurrect the dead, but bellamy thinks he's only going to strike lucky looking after octavia. it's all he knows — he's good at it, even when he believes otherwise. ]
Nice. [ he says it quietly. he isn't so sure if he should say thank you, even though it's on the tip of his tongue to. it seems as though it'd just make things awkward — or more awkward, as he isn't so oblivious to know he's not looking at her for a reason he's only half-deciphered. he can't help but remember how she had seemed almost deflated at the thought of him leaving, and he feels himself almost sensitive to it, not wanting to be dishonest with her when it comes to his intentions shifting. ]
[ he can't spy heracles in the sky, needing her to point him out. but he finds looking up at the sky is his lion's pelt, letting him hide away even though he's in plain sight. she can't see his expression, and that's all that matters to him right now. he sighs, ] I haven't hugged anyone.