[ The immediate need to reach out, with mind or body or a combination of the two, to assuage the sharp spike of anxiousness he feels nearly overwhelms him. Habits that he had learned in his boyhood - to not touch, to not be in direct contact with another - habits that had kept him alive - he nearly forgets them, such is the need to reassure Bellamy.
It's by sheer force of will that he knits his fingers together behind his back, and doesn't reach. He widens his stance, lifts his chin. A military stance, one that paints him as combat-capable. (Maybe that's enough, to soothe his broodmate.) ]
Yours would be the first name I call. [ It's currently the only name he knows, but he doesn't say that. ] You'll do the same, agreed?
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It's by sheer force of will that he knits his fingers together behind his back, and doesn't reach. He widens his stance, lifts his chin. A military stance, one that paints him as combat-capable. (Maybe that's enough, to soothe his broodmate.) ]
Yours would be the first name I call. [ It's currently the only name he knows, but he doesn't say that. ] You'll do the same, agreed?