[ bellamy's used to sharing, but more often than not his idea of sharing had been to give o most of his rations and pretend as though he wasn't starving. it'd been a habit he had fallen into while on the ground, one he still thinks he won't be able to really shake, even if they were all to walk into a buffet that magically refilled itself as they inhaled almost everything offered for them to take. it's different for him to be on the receiving end, odd and a little hard, to tell the truth, as bellamy isn't used to anyone looking out for him. ]
[ he isn't so sure if he wants to acknowledge what he feels. it isn't dread, it isn't annoyance, it's not anything remotely close to what he had felt too many times while on the ground. something swells inside of him, and, for once, it isn't a pile of stones trying to sink him and defeat him once and for all. he looks at her before he lowers his gaze, glad that he has a fork in hand and a little bit of lasagne left to use as an excuse to remove his gaze from hers. ] When you're not busy, we should go down there. I kind of like the beach.
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[ he isn't so sure if he wants to acknowledge what he feels. it isn't dread, it isn't annoyance, it's not anything remotely close to what he had felt too many times while on the ground. something swells inside of him, and, for once, it isn't a pile of stones trying to sink him and defeat him once and for all. he looks at her before he lowers his gaze, glad that he has a fork in hand and a little bit of lasagne left to use as an excuse to remove his gaze from hers. ] When you're not busy, we should go down there. I kind of like the beach.