That's mine, [ Bellamy says, blunter than he means to be. ] That's the room I've been staying in.
[ It's a little surprising, realizing how he's come to regard that room as his own. Having settled in to such an extent as never in the cards. It feels like a betrayal, as if he's accepted his presence here in spite of himself. It's jarring, and it doesn't do much for his overall demeanor even as he attempts to soften his initial statement.
This moment is a little ridiculous as it is. Bellamy is somehow unprepared for it. He has a plate of eggs and a yellow-paged paperback tucked under his arm, and he can feel the insistent pull of connection between them. Just like with the Darkling, just like with Clint, that new-formed instinct has identified Shiro as part of him. Recoiling from that sense feels as futile as ever, but Bellamy does anyway, trying to reel his thoughts back, keep them to himself. ]
You can pick any of the empty ones. There's some left.
[ Who let Bellamy be in charge of the welcome wagon? This has never really been his strong point. ]
26.
[ It's a little surprising, realizing how he's come to regard that room as his own. Having settled in to such an extent as never in the cards. It feels like a betrayal, as if he's accepted his presence here in spite of himself. It's jarring, and it doesn't do much for his overall demeanor even as he attempts to soften his initial statement.
This moment is a little ridiculous as it is. Bellamy is somehow unprepared for it. He has a plate of eggs and a yellow-paged paperback tucked under his arm, and he can feel the insistent pull of connection between them. Just like with the Darkling, just like with Clint, that new-formed instinct has identified Shiro as part of him. Recoiling from that sense feels as futile as ever, but Bellamy does anyway, trying to reel his thoughts back, keep them to himself. ]
You can pick any of the empty ones. There's some left.
[ Who let Bellamy be in charge of the welcome wagon? This has never really been his strong point. ]