[ It's a fast exit. There's a mix of emotion radiating from Murphy, but Clarke holds Bellamy's attention like a lodestone. Murphy closes the door behind him, and there's no flicker of alarm or warning to signal that Bellamy's made a mistake to open his door uncovered. With the promise of security, there's nothing keeping him from falling headlong into Clarke, eyes moving back to her veiled face as Murphy's presence recedes to a pinpoint in the back of his head. ]
They can't see our faces, [ Bellamy tells her, explaining what he already knows as he steps forward, gripping her gloved hands before he lifts them to her veil. ] But it's safe. This room's safe.
[ Bellamy had checked it twice over before he, Murphy and the wayward ooze baby had started getting comfortable. It's safe to start pulling at the layers of her veil, gently but purposefully, desperate to see her face. It's Clarke. Bellamy already knows beyond question. He can feel her in his mind. They've never been connected this closely, but nothing in her head feels alien to him. ]
You're safe here.
[ When had he ever been able to promise her that? It's only barely true in this moment. They aren't quite safe, but they're miles from the situation they'd come from. The fear of it is still fresh in Clarke's mind, where Bellamy's months past it. Lexa's throne room comes back vividly: Clarke's shaking hand in his own, the brush of her lips on his thumb, the unyielding push forward of grounders and Arkadians alike as Bellamy had braced himself in front of her, end point of Kane's weight pinning him down. His thumb grazes the skin of her cheek, and Bellamy realizes he's smiling. A greeting feels like an afterthought; it never makes it to his lips. (It's so good to see you.) Clarke, and likely everyone else in the Nest, has to feel the sentiment as it radiates through him, unrestrained. ]
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They can't see our faces, [ Bellamy tells her, explaining what he already knows as he steps forward, gripping her gloved hands before he lifts them to her veil. ] But it's safe. This room's safe.
[ Bellamy had checked it twice over before he, Murphy and the wayward ooze baby had started getting comfortable. It's safe to start pulling at the layers of her veil, gently but purposefully, desperate to see her face. It's Clarke. Bellamy already knows beyond question. He can feel her in his mind. They've never been connected this closely, but nothing in her head feels alien to him. ]
You're safe here.
[ When had he ever been able to promise her that? It's only barely true in this moment. They aren't quite safe, but they're miles from the situation they'd come from. The fear of it is still fresh in Clarke's mind, where Bellamy's months past it. Lexa's throne room comes back vividly: Clarke's shaking hand in his own, the brush of her lips on his thumb, the unyielding push forward of grounders and Arkadians alike as Bellamy had braced himself in front of her, end point of Kane's weight pinning him down. His thumb grazes the skin of her cheek, and Bellamy realizes he's smiling. A greeting feels like an afterthought; it never makes it to his lips. (It's so good to see you.) Clarke, and likely everyone else in the Nest, has to feel the sentiment as it radiates through him, unrestrained. ]