[ Hawkeye. Bellamy doesn't understand what it means, but he's reluctant to ask. The curiosity hangs there between them, just as difficult to ignore as the discomfort Bellamy can't shake. ]
Bellamy Blake.
[ It's an easy thing to offer. It's something Clint could have found out any number of ways. Unlike everything else in Bellamy's head, the rattling of memories and personal experiences that he wants to hold back any way possible. ]
You feel like...
[ There's no easy way to describe it. Bellamy's at a loss, but it's the same reverberating sense of belonging he'd felt from the first moment he'd met the Darkling. Being in the same room as Clint soothes something inside Bellamy that had previously only been touched on by Octavia. These two men aren't family, but they feel like family. Bellamy wants to recoil from that, but it's inescapable. ]
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Bellamy Blake.
[ It's an easy thing to offer. It's something Clint could have found out any number of ways. Unlike everything else in Bellamy's head, the rattling of memories and personal experiences that he wants to hold back any way possible. ]
You feel like...
[ There's no easy way to describe it. Bellamy's at a loss, but it's the same reverberating sense of belonging he'd felt from the first moment he'd met the Darkling. Being in the same room as Clint soothes something inside Bellamy that had previously only been touched on by Octavia. These two men aren't family, but they feel like family. Bellamy wants to recoil from that, but it's inescapable. ]