[ he takes the proffered beer, twisting it open to flick the cap onto his windowsill. it's safer to toss it near his window to hear a clink against the glass than it is to leave it on the floor for one of the dogs. it's as though the sound is enough to alert chion to rattle his ice in his cooler. the pen still stands, half hidden behind the couch from where he sits. he pays the snowgie no mind, content to know he only rules that portion of the apartment now. ]

[ bellamy smiles, ] I could sleep in with that light. [ it seems muted in comparison to the sun slanting through a clear window. at the least material of his tent, regardless of how creamy or red it was, seemed to catch the sun and smooth out its sharpness for him. raising his beer to his lips he takes a sip of it, watching raven before he glances out his window. ]

I don't think you're crazy. [ his voice is slightly quiet. he holds the beer in his hand, feeling the condensation of the glass wet his palm. he doesn't shift it to his other hand, ignoring it. keeping his eyes on the window, his own tone seems to shift into something melancholic. ] I didn't realise how much I liked the stars until I didn't have the them anymore. [ the mountain had had no natural light, and it's then that bellamy had realised he missed what he had taken for granted. ]

[ leaning on his bed, he ensures to hold his beer upright as he tries to look out the window. half of him rests on the middle of his bed, resting his weight on his elbow as he tried to peer through the glass and even his ceiling to look at the stars. ]