[ It's a hell of a relief not to have to wear all those layers. Sam's used to dressing mostly for freedom of movement, and their disguises make it pretty damn difficult. So he's at ease after he'd stripped out of his outfit, limbs loose and lax as he lounges in the water with a tray of fruity drinks on the rocks next to him.
As comfortable as he is with his own nudity, though, he's more than aware that's not the same for everyone, and for the most part he doesn't let his gaze linger on anyone. Until he spots Clarke within conversation distance, looking like she's regretting her current existence.
His eyes remained focused on hers - or technically, on her cheekbones just below her eyes, out of habit from working with too many soldiers who were either uncomfortable with prolonged eye contact or took it as a challenge - as he smiles slightly. ]
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As comfortable as he is with his own nudity, though, he's more than aware that's not the same for everyone, and for the most part he doesn't let his gaze linger on anyone. Until he spots Clarke within conversation distance, looking like she's regretting her current existence.
His eyes remained focused on hers - or technically, on her cheekbones just below her eyes, out of habit from working with too many soldiers who were either uncomfortable with prolonged eye contact or took it as a challenge - as he smiles slightly. ]
Takes some getting used to, huh?