( the last time he asked for her like that, her hands had just caused the Shuck to be summoned to eat a Cultist, and she was pulled form her own grief to support him. she wonders if it's much the same this time, if processing her death, what she is now, will have to be pushed back in order to get Bellamy through this.
she's hesitant to move, to go to him, not only for being unknowing as to if she can be a support right now, and realizing that his pulse and heartbeat will be that much more prevalent in such a close proximity. but Clarke is Clarke, and denying the people closest to her anything has always been difficult.
pushing away from the counter, she crosses the kitchen to him, still leaving some distance between them as she drops to her knees and settles back on her legs, hands set atop her thighs. she doesn't know if she can do this part, she isn't sure where her own amount of devastation ends to know how to support Bellamy through his.
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she's hesitant to move, to go to him, not only for being unknowing as to if she can be a support right now, and realizing that his pulse and heartbeat will be that much more prevalent in such a close proximity. but Clarke is Clarke, and denying the people closest to her anything has always been difficult.
pushing away from the counter, she crosses the kitchen to him, still leaving some distance between them as she drops to her knees and settles back on her legs, hands set atop her thighs. she doesn't know if she can do this part, she isn't sure where her own amount of devastation ends to know how to support Bellamy through his.
but she's closer. at least she's closer. )