[He hasn't been home too much, honestly. They talked about it, about this possibility, and how it was worth it to take the chance anyway - and then it happened and she vanished. Bellamy's heart has felt like it's on the edge of bursting for four days, and nothing he does quells it. He never let up with his training, but he's largely spent the last couple days pushing himself harder than he has in months. He channels everything into just feeling angry, because that's always been the emotion he's most familiar with.]
[He's in the kitchen for once when Grell walks in, in the process of downing some moonshine. It burns his throat, but it's still not as heavy as Monty's; it's been years since he's had any, but the taste was always that strong that the one he's found here still doesn't feel strong enough.]
[He should be cautious, if only for Grell's sake. He doesn't miss the way her fingertips look, just like he's not unaware of how hard he's been pushing himself, the soreness in his muscles. He should reach out and heal her. But.]
I've done a lot of stupid shit. You'll have to be more specific.
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[He's in the kitchen for once when Grell walks in, in the process of downing some moonshine. It burns his throat, but it's still not as heavy as Monty's; it's been years since he's had any, but the taste was always that strong that the one he's found here still doesn't feel strong enough.]
[He should be cautious, if only for Grell's sake. He doesn't miss the way her fingertips look, just like he's not unaware of how hard he's been pushing himself, the soreness in his muscles. He should reach out and heal her. But.]
I've done a lot of stupid shit. You'll have to be more specific.
[Translation: probably very willing.]