[ Her hand slips free of his, but she only goes as far as curling her fingers around the base of her own glass, gaze briefly dropping towards the contents — and maybe she uses taking a sip from it as an excuse to mull over Bellamy's question, trying to decide what she would want if it was her in the situation.
It's a tough one with seemingly no right answer in sight, and she doesn't need to say that part out loud because she knows he's been in it already, weighing how to handle this and still uncertain on how best to move forward. ]
I don't — I don't know. [ And that's the most honest answer she can give right off the bat, especially when she hasn't had as much time to think about this as Bellamy has. She sets her glass down, but keeps her hand wrapped around it. ] But is that what it's about for you here? Just surviving? Even after everything?
[ She presses her lips into a firm line, an expression of deep consideration falling over her features. ] Wouldn't keeping the truth from her be worse if she ever finds out about it somewhere down the line?
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It's a tough one with seemingly no right answer in sight, and she doesn't need to say that part out loud because she knows he's been in it already, weighing how to handle this and still uncertain on how best to move forward. ]
I don't — I don't know. [ And that's the most honest answer she can give right off the bat, especially when she hasn't had as much time to think about this as Bellamy has. She sets her glass down, but keeps her hand wrapped around it. ] But is that what it's about for you here? Just surviving? Even after everything?
[ She presses her lips into a firm line, an expression of deep consideration falling over her features. ] Wouldn't keeping the truth from her be worse if she ever finds out about it somewhere down the line?