Sometimes I wish we never did. [ it's just a quiet admission he knows isn't completely true. getting to know the grounders made things less black and white but more grey. lexa had made things complicated for them, just as lincoln had been a breath of fresh air for bellamy, knowing if anything's to happen to him octavia had someone to watch her back, even if she didn't need it most of the time. echo's no one to him, but he remembers what she'd done for him in mount weather — it's not something he can easily brush aside, calling her a savage and nothing more. ]

[ for bellamy, he thinks this is enough. it's not his hand in hers, but the meaning of it — trusting someone to not stab him in the back, forcing him to hang himself ... he wouldn't have taken her silently spoken offer, one that he had wondered if he had misconstrued the moment he acted on impulse, if he hadn't felt himself grow a little closer to her. o hasn't heard anything of what had occurred in mount weather to him and he hopes she never does. ]

I don't think holding hands is going to get us anywhere close to getting what we want. [ but at least it's a start. he's not quite the hopeless cause he'd suspected himself to be. ]