[ it's impulsive for him to say no. there were no other happy memories for the blakes. but that'd be a lie. bellamy's been making it a point to stop lying to himself, even though he finds he is right now. he tries to ignore the movement of her thumb on his hand. ]

[ he'd grown up denying to anyone who wondered what the extra noise from behind his door came from. a part of him has been trained to have the kneejerk response of denial and selling it, informing those around him that it's only mom and her son behind that door. he's kept everything he's ever shared with octavia to himself that it's difficult to comprehend how he's supposed to share it with someone else. ]

I liked spending my time with O. No one else had a sister but me. [ he keeps his gaze down on the table, watching her hand from the corner of his eye. brows slightly furrowed, he becomes restless, glancing toward the window for a moment. ] I'll never be happier than I was the day she was born. Mom used to promise me she'd still be there when I had to leave for class.

[ spending time with octavia. as general and boring as it sounds, that's his happiest memory. all those moments he can and can't remember, shared with his sister who may or may not remember them in turn. ]