( she doesn't try to argue with his assessment of the barkeep -- it's possible the person serving them drinks wasn't even the real pub runner, that it had been the Cult all along. but it's not something she wants to discuss right now, not something she has the energy for.
when they reach the floor, Clarke doesn't waste time on pretense. they've been sleeping against each other for a few weeks now anyway, so she doesn't feel any awkwardness in curling up against his chest. it gives her a sense of comfort, of safety, and there's no time spent caring about any blood they're lying on top of.
she drops her head to his shoulder, eyes already closed when she does, the exhaustion weighing heavy in her bones now. )
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when they reach the floor, Clarke doesn't waste time on pretense. they've been sleeping against each other for a few weeks now anyway, so she doesn't feel any awkwardness in curling up against his chest. it gives her a sense of comfort, of safety, and there's no time spent caring about any blood they're lying on top of.
she drops her head to his shoulder, eyes already closed when she does, the exhaustion weighing heavy in her bones now. )
Whatever you say.