[ he looks at her, not expecting that. sometimes bellamy has moments where he looks at his hands and still sees blood on them, even though lovejoy hadn't bled to death. he can feel his pulse sometimes, beating strongly throughout his fingertips to his wrists and up his arm. it's when he becomes stuck in his head that he looks at his hands and doesn't see what they used to be back on the ark. ]
[ he doesn't look at her for too long, though. raven trusts him, and it's that he holds onto now. for a moment, he looks at her legs, wondering how to go about it, but finds that he's always known how to touch her when he stops thinking too hard about it. ]
[ shifting, he lowers his legs from the table. gently: ] You're going to have to move. [ instead of waiting for her, he leans forward, wrapping his arms around her legs to pull them from the table they rest on. he straightens himself the best he can to rest them on his lap. ]
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[ he doesn't look at her for too long, though. raven trusts him, and it's that he holds onto now. for a moment, he looks at her legs, wondering how to go about it, but finds that he's always known how to touch her when he stops thinking too hard about it. ]
[ shifting, he lowers his legs from the table. gently: ] You're going to have to move. [ instead of waiting for her, he leans forward, wrapping his arms around her legs to pull them from the table they rest on. he straightens himself the best he can to rest them on his lap. ]