[ This is not the first moment sensation has bled from one host into Bellamy, but it is the first time it's hit like a hammer to the temple. The tent is abruptly as unbearable for him as it must be for Gildor. ]
Here.
[ Bellamy's hand moves from the small of Gildor's back to his elbow, better for steering him out of the tent. His mind is aching. It feels like a headache, except Bellamy knows it's nothing so simple. Everything from the conversation to the peals of laughter from the occupants of the tent are grating, and he rips the tent flap open to catapult them both into the night air. ]
Is this going to pass?
[ At no point does it occur to Bellamy to try to block Gildor out. It might make his life easier, but Bellamy very rarely does things on purpose to make his own life easier. ]
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Here.
[ Bellamy's hand moves from the small of Gildor's back to his elbow, better for steering him out of the tent. His mind is aching. It feels like a headache, except Bellamy knows it's nothing so simple. Everything from the conversation to the peals of laughter from the occupants of the tent are grating, and he rips the tent flap open to catapult them both into the night air. ]
Is this going to pass?
[ At no point does it occur to Bellamy to try to block Gildor out. It might make his life easier, but Bellamy very rarely does things on purpose to make his own life easier. ]