[ None of that was meant to be seen. Bellamy understands that without Clint having to say it. He walls himself off and in the aftermath and Bellamy doesn't try to bypass those mental blocks. Octavia's no secret, but Bellamy realizes that Clint's holding back his own...children, Bellamy assumes, because he isn't about to ask. He leans on his elbows, head ducked as he sweeps curiosity and the urge to commiserate aside. Both feel unwelcome. ]
I know, [ Bellamy admits, though knowing hasn't circumvented years of learned instinct. ] I've never seen this much food.
[ And he hasn't seen some of the food at all, but finding it unrecognizable hasn't put him off eating it. ]
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I know, [ Bellamy admits, though knowing hasn't circumvented years of learned instinct. ] I've never seen this much food.
[ And he hasn't seen some of the food at all, but finding it unrecognizable hasn't put him off eating it. ]
Sorry for...this.
[ For leaking nausea all over the brood. ]