[He doesn't move, doesn't alter himself from where he sits with and touching her. He's glad she doesn't either, because he thinks he still needs that contact - as much as he might pretend otherwise when he needs to. It makes him feel human.]
[Bellamy looks over her sketches, and recognition fills his face. He brushes his hand over the top of the page and nods.] Yeah. This is what I saw too. All of it.
It's the Drabwurld, but none if it's... familiar to me.
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[Bellamy looks over her sketches, and recognition fills his face. He brushes his hand over the top of the page and nods.] Yeah. This is what I saw too. All of it.
It's the Drabwurld, but none if it's... familiar to me.