[ A girl with tattoos. Bellamy gives a bitter chuckle, because doesn't that practically describe Lexa? But he can't turn down the idea that there's someone here who could help him.
He can't ask Lexa for help. Whatever momentary truce they've forged, Bellamy can't rock the boat by asking her to teach him, and more to the point, he can't admit his own weakness and inadequacy to her. She had to know already, but the fact that his struggles are completely obvious doesn't mean he's eager to admit them aloud. ]
So if I asked her, she'd be open to it? [ Bellamy presses, unable to completely disregard his own suspicion. ] Because I don't want to go around with my fingers in my ears.
[ It sounded like a good way to get someone to punch him in the face. Maybe. ]
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He can't ask Lexa for help. Whatever momentary truce they've forged, Bellamy can't rock the boat by asking her to teach him, and more to the point, he can't admit his own weakness and inadequacy to her. She had to know already, but the fact that his struggles are completely obvious doesn't mean he's eager to admit them aloud. ]
So if I asked her, she'd be open to it? [ Bellamy presses, unable to completely disregard his own suspicion. ] Because I don't want to go around with my fingers in my ears.
[ It sounded like a good way to get someone to punch him in the face. Maybe. ]