[ bellamy purses his lips together, taking a moment to pretend he has to mull it over. lasting for only a second, his expression turns into one that's agreeable. it isn't like him to accept this sort of talk, let alone agree with it, but bellamy's not in a war zone. he's not on edge and he's not on the ground, hungry, annoyed, hurting. he finds he's more like the boy he'd been on the ark before everything had shattered around him. ]
[ nodding his head, despite it being awkward with his cheek pressed against the linens, he agrees with her. ] Yeah, pretty much. [ glancing to the dog, ] He'd agree if he was paying attention.
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[ nodding his head, despite it being awkward with his cheek pressed against the linens, he agrees with her. ] Yeah, pretty much. [ glancing to the dog, ] He'd agree if he was paying attention.