[The huffing sigh, the smile, it sets him more at ease, pushes away any uncomfortable emotions he doesn't want to deal with when it comes to being important.]
[Bellamy offers the smallest of smiles back, so slight it's barely even noticeable, but it's there. They're both reckless, but at least it's usually not without reason anymore. And now with all that out of the way, they're more or less on the same page here about the upcoming battle.]
That's all I needed to hear. [Because trying to be careful is just about one of the only promises that can be kept anymore.] Just know I'm gonna hold you to that.
( because it's what they do, isn't it? hold each other accountable for the promises they give, for the choices they make. they ease each others guilt when it's warranted or leaves them to grapple with it when necessary. it's part of why they work; it isn't just about pushing each other, it isn't just about balance, it's about the accountability and whatever measure of comfort the other provides in one way or another.
Clark leans over to look at the map, trying not to let her smile widen; she's clearly quite proud of her handiwork. but it also serves as a reminder. )
I should get back to helping them. Only having one copy won't really help anyone but us.
[For all he's still worried about the battle that's on its way, Bellamy feels a little more settled about his own situation. It's not just the map - it's in knowing he and Clarke have a better plan than they did before, even if it is just having each other's backs at its core. But sometimes, that's all they need to start.]
Don't push yourself too much for that either. We're gonna need all the sleep we can get now.
Your lack of specificity is impressive. ( even Clarke "Mom Voice" Griffin is in awe of it, really. but she reaches up, offering a reassuring pat to his shoulder. ) Don't wait up. ( a beat. ) Meet me for breakfast tomorrow? We can pick up Raven on the way.
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[Bellamy offers the smallest of smiles back, so slight it's barely even noticeable, but it's there. They're both reckless, but at least it's usually not without reason anymore. And now with all that out of the way, they're more or less on the same page here about the upcoming battle.]
That's all I needed to hear. [Because trying to be careful is just about one of the only promises that can be kept anymore.] Just know I'm gonna hold you to that.
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( because it's what they do, isn't it? hold each other accountable for the promises they give, for the choices they make. they ease each others guilt when it's warranted or leaves them to grapple with it when necessary. it's part of why they work; it isn't just about pushing each other, it isn't just about balance, it's about the accountability and whatever measure of comfort the other provides in one way or another.
Clark leans over to look at the map, trying not to let her smile widen; she's clearly quite proud of her handiwork. but it also serves as a reminder. )
I should get back to helping them. Only having one copy won't really help anyone but us.
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Don't push yourself too much for that either. We're gonna need all the sleep we can get now.
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( she's definitely teasing him a little, as evidenced by the grin that breaks across her face. )
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[It's nice, to be light like this, for the first time in who knows how long, really.]
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[Because he knows you, Clarke, and he knows you're gonna be up at least a little bit late working on maps.]
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Bright and early. I want to get started on maps again right after, so the earlier the better.
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[Some. It's the most he can hope for.]
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( she offers up what she hopes passes as a reassuring smile before heading for the door; some sleep she can do. )