[ Sam's young. He's young enough to remind Bellamy of the dropship and Charlotte, of a bunch of kids plunged into something they shouldn't have been. Lexa had pegged Bellamy's reaction to him accurately. Beyond the pull of the nest, there's that same soft-hearted need to protect.
Though admittedly, as feverish and sick as Bellamy is in the moment, it's a bit of an unrealistic expectation. And based on what Lexa had mentioned about superheros, maybe Sam didn't need it. But the urge is still there, unshakeable, thudding in his chest even with Bellamy's senses eaten up by the aftereffects of losing Anakin and the blowback from using his powers. His gaze shifts over to Sam, moves from the stain of blood to his drooping head, observing for a long moment before he speaks. ]
You okay?
[ As an aside, accompanied by a flicker of connection between them as Bellamy's thoughts skew towards Sam. ]
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Though admittedly, as feverish and sick as Bellamy is in the moment, it's a bit of an unrealistic expectation. And based on what Lexa had mentioned about superheros, maybe Sam didn't need it. But the urge is still there, unshakeable, thudding in his chest even with Bellamy's senses eaten up by the aftereffects of losing Anakin and the blowback from using his powers. His gaze shifts over to Sam, moves from the stain of blood to his drooping head, observing for a long moment before he speaks. ]
You okay?
[ As an aside, accompanied by a flicker of connection between them as Bellamy's thoughts skew towards Sam. ]