[ a long time ago, bellamy never would've been content with those words. it never would've been reassuring for him; he'd have puffed out his chest and tried his best to outdo her, to somehow get the better of her and show he didn't need to follow her, for she wasn't in charge. but now he takes comfort in it — he's spent his entire life leading a pack with mom in the lead, buckled down with the responsibility of another life, that to be able to share the weight with someone else has been a blessing in disguise as well as the usual curse. ]
[ he steps through the door instead of gesturing for her to move inside first. after all, if she wants to hold it out for him, he'll gladly destroy patriarchal ideas and let the woman pull out his seat if it's something she wants to do. instead of letting her guide them, though, he does — but after he waits for her to step beside him. with a hand hovering and pressing lightly against the small of her back, it's then he begins to lead them toward the bar. ]
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[ he steps through the door instead of gesturing for her to move inside first. after all, if she wants to hold it out for him, he'll gladly destroy patriarchal ideas and let the woman pull out his seat if it's something she wants to do. instead of letting her guide them, though, he does — but after he waits for her to step beside him. with a hand hovering and pressing lightly against the small of her back, it's then he begins to lead them toward the bar. ]
[ he leans in toward her. ] Bar or booth?