[ Talking aloud and silently between minds still felt unnatural. Bellamy hadn't made up his mind whether or not that was a good thing. In this particular moment, it was inconvenient. He's under enough scrutiny that a slip up would be noticed. And he's still tired on top of all that, though he knows he can't indulge his exhaustion at the moment. ]
Lucky me, [ Bellamy responds without enthusiasm.] Maybe I'll even find my appetite by the time it gets here.
[ The nausea has passed, but Bellamy wants to lay down with his back against the wall and doze more than he wants food. But he tacks on a silent answer, reveling in the proximity as he latches on to Murphy. ]
(I talked with the Darkling. I can just make out Shiro, and Clint. But no one else.)
[ Bellamy doesn't describe it, but the impression of his attempt to catch Shiro and Clint's minds lurks behind his words. For the first time, the connection between them had felt insubstantial. It had been like trying to speak with his mouth gagged. The words hadn't quite been distinguishable. ]
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Lucky me, [ Bellamy responds without enthusiasm.] Maybe I'll even find my appetite by the time it gets here.
[ The nausea has passed, but Bellamy wants to lay down with his back against the wall and doze more than he wants food. But he tacks on a silent answer, reveling in the proximity as he latches on to Murphy. ]
( I talked with the Darkling. I can just make out Shiro, and Clint. But no one else. )
[ Bellamy doesn't describe it, but the impression of his attempt to catch Shiro and Clint's minds lurks behind his words. For the first time, the connection between them had felt insubstantial. It had been like trying to speak with his mouth gagged. The words hadn't quite been distinguishable. ]