[ he looks at where she had stood, and stops trying to wipe his face clean. it is what it is; it's almost better than blood, given how it doesn't stink as that had and it's not as sticky and uncomfortable. ]

I'm planning to leave, Raven.

[ he looks at the back of her head. letting out breath, he presses his back against the counter. he doesn't tell her what she already knows — despite expressing to her he doesn't want to go back and face all of them, he has to. what she doesn't know may chance her opinion entirely, but bellamy knows where clarke's left them, he has to step up and try to make sure their people — the delinquents, especially — are safe. ]

[ where his voice would be rough and loud, it's just soft. ] That's not going to change.

[ resting his hands against the edge of the counter, he curls his fingers around it and looks away from her. ]

It's already hard enough — I don't want to leave you and Clarke, and I know if I kiss you it's just going to make it a lot harder to go.