[He doesn't have the energy for awkwardness, just like he doesn't have the energy for anything else. Bellamy keeps his arm tucked around her and closes his eyes with a sigh, the feel of her body breathing beside him more of a reassurance than his own. He briefly wonders if it's a good or bad thing that the idea of sleeping in blood has lost most of it's normal effects, whether it's his own or otherwise.]
You should listen to me more often. [He grumbles it, not entirely aware of what he's saying (she does, after all, listen to him, or they wouldn't be as locked together as they are now), as consciousness starts to slip away from him, his hold on Clarke only tight enough to remind him that she's safe.]
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You should listen to me more often. [He grumbles it, not entirely aware of what he's saying (she does, after all, listen to him, or they wouldn't be as locked together as they are now), as consciousness starts to slip away from him, his hold on Clarke only tight enough to remind him that she's safe.]