It's not that nice when the sun's up. [ and trying to burn him, since he has nothing to protect him from its heat but a pillow. he looks over his shoulder at her, standing on his feet as he turns away from his bed. his eyes look to the beers in her hand, but he doesn't say anything. whatever's in the fridge she wants, she can have. it isn't as though bellamy's particularly greedy when it comes to his drinks, his alcohol, or his food. it's always been his books, scattered on the tables in his apartment, piled on the floor near his bed, even underneath it. ]
[ he knows he could use a beer instead of a coke. it's not the smartest decision to make, but it's one that he thinks will, at least, settle his nerves a little. he's still participating in this day, given he knows from the movies and some of the comments people have made to him today that it's a day of celebrating love with boxes of chocolates or with a few glasses of alcohol. ]
[ he seems to take a step back, as if stumbling, and drops to sit on the edge of his bed. ] You'd probably have a better view. Bigger windows for a bigger place.
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[ he knows he could use a beer instead of a coke. it's not the smartest decision to make, but it's one that he thinks will, at least, settle his nerves a little. he's still participating in this day, given he knows from the movies and some of the comments people have made to him today that it's a day of celebrating love with boxes of chocolates or with a few glasses of alcohol. ]
[ he seems to take a step back, as if stumbling, and drops to sit on the edge of his bed. ] You'd probably have a better view. Bigger windows for a bigger place.