[ One horror passes only to be swiftly replaced by another. Guilt floods his chest. Had he known Petre was... feeding... and if he hadn't let Bellamy get too far into his own mind...
His eyes close as a small regretful sigh escapes his lips. His hand rises from his mouth to cover half his face in shame. He'd have to apologize later, but for now the now shared sickness between them is settling, and he'd rather let it settle. He retreats to the couch to continue waiting up for the others, but the guilt remains.
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His eyes close as a small regretful sigh escapes his lips. His hand rises from his mouth to cover half his face in shame. He'd have to apologize later, but for now the now shared sickness between them is settling, and he'd rather let it settle. He retreats to the couch to continue waiting up for the others, but the guilt remains.
Poor Bellamy. ]