[It's not that everything else in his head goes away - that'd be impossible - but the shift in everything about Clarke draws his attention sharply. The fact that he has no idea what she'd seen because they'd separated again, especially after everything they've done together in the Drabwurld, leaves him uncomfortable, as much as he doesn't regret his choice to infiltrate the mountain.]
[His grip tightens too, as desperate as it is reassuring.] Like hell I'd just sleep my way through this place. [It's meant to be lighthearted, but he means it. Like hell I'd leave you alone here.]
[Bellamy's other hand moves, quietly cupping her face, thumb on her cheek. He startles himself with the contact, almost enough to pull away, but he keeps it there, keeps his gaze on her stubbornly. Between the pictures of home (hanging from his ankles, his blood drained before he drained someone else's) maybe he needs a little proof that his hands aren't just for killing. Between that and the visions, the spire collapsing as the biggest welcome back fuck you, the contact is more grounding than he wants to analyze. So he just rolls with it. He wants her attention.] I'm awake now. It's done.
[That she'd been scared, on his behalf, might have scared him a year ago, but he's long since come to terms with how similarly he'd feel (and has felt).] It's okay. We're okay.
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[His grip tightens too, as desperate as it is reassuring.] Like hell I'd just sleep my way through this place. [It's meant to be lighthearted, but he means it. Like hell I'd leave you alone here.]
[Bellamy's other hand moves, quietly cupping her face, thumb on her cheek. He startles himself with the contact, almost enough to pull away, but he keeps it there, keeps his gaze on her stubbornly. Between the pictures of home (hanging from his ankles, his blood drained before he drained someone else's) maybe he needs a little proof that his hands aren't just for killing. Between that and the visions, the spire collapsing as the biggest welcome back fuck you, the contact is more grounding than he wants to analyze. So he just rolls with it. He wants her attention.] I'm awake now. It's done.
[That she'd been scared, on his behalf, might have scared him a year ago, but he's long since come to terms with how similarly he'd feel (and has felt).] It's okay. We're okay.