[ Even in the face of such an offer, Bellamy hesitates. There's so much in his head that he would rather not share, even in spite of that ever-present undertow urging him to open up, to share with the nest itself.
But he has to trust someone with this at some point. Better it be Angel than try his luck elsewhere. ]
Alright.
[ As much to himself as an answer to her. He shifts down the cushions towards her before taking her hand, his physical proximity as much a demonstration of trust as the way he weaves their fingers together and holds on tightly. Bellamy doesn't do anything in half measures, even though apprehension is written all over his face. ]
Go ahead.
[ This is the part that doesn't come easily to him. He's verbally permissive, but what comes next? The link between them trembles, but doesn't spike. ]
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But he has to trust someone with this at some point. Better it be Angel than try his luck elsewhere. ]
Alright.
[ As much to himself as an answer to her. He shifts down the cushions towards her before taking her hand, his physical proximity as much a demonstration of trust as the way he weaves their fingers together and holds on tightly. Bellamy doesn't do anything in half measures, even though apprehension is written all over his face. ]
Go ahead.
[ This is the part that doesn't come easily to him. He's verbally permissive, but what comes next? The link between them trembles, but doesn't spike. ]