[ bellamy looks away from her and rolls his eyes. truthfully, he doesn't know what he wants. he wants one thing to only not want it anymore, declaring it loudly to not be good enough when it's really him he deems to be undeserving. does he want a cuddle? no. does he not want a cuddle? no. it's a hell of a lot easier to just answer with no for almost everything. ]
[ but he looks at her again, thinking she's joking, and maybe she really is making fun of him. it'd make the situation a little lighter, given he's dimmed it right down into murkiness. his voice is a slight deadpan, ] You're mistaking me for someone who likes cuddling.
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[ but he looks at her again, thinking she's joking, and maybe she really is making fun of him. it'd make the situation a little lighter, given he's dimmed it right down into murkiness. his voice is a slight deadpan, ] You're mistaking me for someone who likes cuddling.