[ This time, Bellamy doesn't reach out again. As stubborn and relentless as Bellamy can be, he recognizes that they've come up against a hard limit. He can't push any farther today. Maybe not ever. Murphy's head is full of terrors and Bellamy understands that in the face of that weight, holding out hope is too much to ask him for.
But he can't leave Murphy alone with all those fears and the grief churning beneath them. Casting one last look back down the corridor towards the performance, Clarke, Lexa, the welcoming clutch of the Nest, Bellamy trails Murphy all the way back to their rooms. He hesitates at the doorway. It's tempting to follow Murphy in, try a second time to buoy his spirits. But Bellamy lets it alone.
Instead, he retreats back to the plush-cushioned couches and stretches out. Ooze baby skuttles across the floor the moment Bellamy lifts his book. He casts one last look towards their room, and then begins to read. He's present, connection between them stretched thin, but near enough to make his point. He's not leaving. Murphy doesn't have to weather this alone. ]
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But he can't leave Murphy alone with all those fears and the grief churning beneath them. Casting one last look back down the corridor towards the performance, Clarke, Lexa, the welcoming clutch of the Nest, Bellamy trails Murphy all the way back to their rooms. He hesitates at the doorway. It's tempting to follow Murphy in, try a second time to buoy his spirits. But Bellamy lets it alone.
Instead, he retreats back to the plush-cushioned couches and stretches out. Ooze baby skuttles across the floor the moment Bellamy lifts his book. He casts one last look towards their room, and then begins to read. He's present, connection between them stretched thin, but near enough to make his point. He's not leaving. Murphy doesn't have to weather this alone. ]