[Oh. Murphy looks at him, but it's pointless, the veils in the way of being able to read anything in Bellamy's expression. Instead he just has the bracelet, and he turns it over again in his hands, finally look at it instead of trying to see what else it could be. Golden-coloured, somehow woven into shape from many strands, the light shining through in a dappling pattern across Murphy's gloved palms. He knows the word that comes to mind, but he almost doesn't want to think it.]
You bought me a bracelet.
[Said a little slow, looking up again. Like he needs it clear, confirmed, what this is. But before Bellamy's answered, he's already thinking further, wanting to ask why?]
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You bought me a bracelet.
[Said a little slow, looking up again. Like he needs it clear, confirmed, what this is. But before Bellamy's answered, he's already thinking further, wanting to ask why?]