[ Bellamy does feel a little like he's being watched, but that's from years of constantly being aware of his surroundings because dropping your guard meant people - his friends - dying. He figures it's either Clarke watching him or some random stranger checking out his potential as a gym buddy.
Putting the weight down, he settles his gaze on her, his throat suddenly feeling dry and it having nothing to do with physical exercise and everything to do with her presence. He spent two years in space thinking she was dead, then spent almost every waking day with her in this city, getting to know her intimately, then lost her again...
And now they're here. And it's a mess.
Bellamy reaches for his water bottle from the floor and sips at it before answering Clarke. ] Hey. [ He gestures for her to sit at the nearest bench nearby. ] What's on your mind?
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Putting the weight down, he settles his gaze on her, his throat suddenly feeling dry and it having nothing to do with physical exercise and everything to do with her presence. He spent two years in space thinking she was dead, then spent almost every waking day with her in this city, getting to know her intimately, then lost her again...
And now they're here. And it's a mess.
Bellamy reaches for his water bottle from the floor and sips at it before answering Clarke. ] Hey. [ He gestures for her to sit at the nearest bench nearby. ] What's on your mind?