[ at first, he taps his fingers lightly against her ankle. ]
I'm not cheap. [ he frowns, but smiles as he says it, like he's amused by her or he's having fun cornering her a little. ] You did just tell me to do what I wanted. [ she doesn't need the reminder, but maybe she does. mom used to tell him he could be anything he wanted to be, but he'd always seen the limitations due to his station. what raven's said — it's not something he's just going to brush aside. ]
[ only a part of him is aware he's stopped tapping his fingers against her ankle. he becomes aware of what he's doing after a few moments, but he doesn't stop his fingers from pressing into it, as if digging for the bone so he can touch her marrow, too. he knows he's purposefully kneading it, but he thinks he has a good excuse. ]
[ this had been the leg they'd drilled into. he hadn't had the chance to check in on her before coming here. it's not really a good excuse at all, but bellamy's so tired of his people getting hurt and he has to pass them over to abby to take care of and maybe even lecture. ]
[ but he acts like he's not even aware of what he's doing, like he doesn't wonder if her ankle hurts from the strain of her own stubborn determination to not act like she's falling apart. to him, she's not. there may be no glory in a bum leg, but there's strength to be found. ] I can't make coffee, but I can tell stories.
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I'm not cheap. [ he frowns, but smiles as he says it, like he's amused by her or he's having fun cornering her a little. ] You did just tell me to do what I wanted. [ she doesn't need the reminder, but maybe she does. mom used to tell him he could be anything he wanted to be, but he'd always seen the limitations due to his station. what raven's said — it's not something he's just going to brush aside. ]
[ only a part of him is aware he's stopped tapping his fingers against her ankle. he becomes aware of what he's doing after a few moments, but he doesn't stop his fingers from pressing into it, as if digging for the bone so he can touch her marrow, too. he knows he's purposefully kneading it, but he thinks he has a good excuse. ]
[ this had been the leg they'd drilled into. he hadn't had the chance to check in on her before coming here. it's not really a good excuse at all, but bellamy's so tired of his people getting hurt and he has to pass them over to abby to take care of and maybe even lecture. ]
[ but he acts like he's not even aware of what he's doing, like he doesn't wonder if her ankle hurts from the strain of her own stubborn determination to not act like she's falling apart. to him, she's not. there may be no glory in a bum leg, but there's strength to be found. ] I can't make coffee, but I can tell stories.