[Too much about this keeps being unnerving. He hasn't stopped crying, and he's not really sure when he will. But he's patient, still, while she answers him, and it's a lot better than flipping his shit. He waits a few more seconds, then tucks his palm against her cheek, slowly. Everything about him is trying his best to be slow and careful.]
You don't have to be an expert right away. [He tries to sound both teasing and chastising, but his mouth is still dry so the effect mostly fails.]
[Bellamy knows what he saw. The flash lingers in his head, and he knows it's still there inside her. If he's scared, there's no way in hell Clarke isn't. That's the part that fuels him.]
I'm - going to lean in more, okay? [And he lifts his other hand in a silent question too, to do the same as before to her other cheek.]
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You don't have to be an expert right away. [He tries to sound both teasing and chastising, but his mouth is still dry so the effect mostly fails.]
[Bellamy knows what he saw. The flash lingers in his head, and he knows it's still there inside her. If he's scared, there's no way in hell Clarke isn't. That's the part that fuels him.]
I'm - going to lean in more, okay? [And he lifts his other hand in a silent question too, to do the same as before to her other cheek.]