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[ sometimes bellamy doesn't realise how lucky he'd been growing up. at times, he thought himself to be unlucky, and he had when he'd lost mom and octavia for a year. in hindsight, though, he's begun to realise what he assumed everyone else may have had, he's able to give it to them now. looking at her, he thinks to nudge her. he goes to do so, except he doesn't do it with his elbow. lifting his leg, he nudges her with his foot to draw her attention to what she has now instead of what her hands had been empty of in the past. ]

You've heard some. [ from him, which may not be the same as hearing it as a child, or even from a mother. tilting his head slightly as he regards her, ] Not tired of them yet?