[Relief rushes through him when he feels her hand, and he doesn't even think about turning it over, curling his fingers around hers and nearly engulfing them in his grip.]
You too. [Right?? That makes sense - she was out too. She's awake now. They're both back, and he hopes she wasn't sitting there alone for the same amount of time he was, though he suspects it's a dumb hope to have.]
[Bellamy finally sits up, resting one elbow on his leg as he leans his head into his hand. Part of him still feels like he should be there, inside Mount Weather, not here with Clarke where it's safer. But even looking down at his clothes, they're the dark ones he remembered last - not the uniform stolen from Lovejoy's corpse.]
[He exhales suddenly, still holding her hand. It's - so calm, sitting here like this. It's so jarring and he's tense with the memories, except in his hand where his fingers with hers are both iron and gentle.] I saw home.
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You too. [Right?? That makes sense - she was out too. She's awake now. They're both back, and he hopes she wasn't sitting there alone for the same amount of time he was, though he suspects it's a dumb hope to have.]
[Bellamy finally sits up, resting one elbow on his leg as he leans his head into his hand. Part of him still feels like he should be there, inside Mount Weather, not here with Clarke where it's safer. But even looking down at his clothes, they're the dark ones he remembered last - not the uniform stolen from Lovejoy's corpse.]
[He exhales suddenly, still holding her hand. It's - so calm, sitting here like this. It's so jarring and he's tense with the memories, except in his hand where his fingers with hers are both iron and gentle.] I saw home.