[ Sirens. Bellamy's mind involuntarily conjures up the image of beautiful, sea-bound women with voices that could draw men to their death, coupled with his mother's voice describing them, Bellamy tucked in against her on their tiny bed. It's a well-worn memory, though it jars against her explanation. She's not the same kind of siren. Bellamy forcibly refocuses, embarrassed.
Though approaching what she's telling him takes care. It's a delicate subject. She's revealing something about herself that she doesn't have to. He doesn't recoil from it. ]
(Is it too loud for you here? With so many of us?)
[ It feels loud, for Bellamy. He doesn't want to be a burden as much as he doesn't want to reveal too much of himself.
But she doesn't scare him. Her words echo into him, stirring up accusations and ugly truths about himself. They're not so different. Bellamy lashed out and people died because of what he'd done. He squeezes her hand back gently, shakes his head a little. ]
(I don't really know many people besides you to ask.)
[ Know, trust. One informs the other, really, and Bellamy doesn't know many people here that he'd trust to get this close to mentally. ]
no subject
Though approaching what she's telling him takes care. It's a delicate subject. She's revealing something about herself that she doesn't have to. He doesn't recoil from it. ]
( Is it too loud for you here? With so many of us? )
[ It feels loud, for Bellamy. He doesn't want to be a burden as much as he doesn't want to reveal too much of himself.
But she doesn't scare him. Her words echo into him, stirring up accusations and ugly truths about himself. They're not so different. Bellamy lashed out and people died because of what he'd done. He squeezes her hand back gently, shakes his head a little. ]
( I don't really know many people besides you to ask. )
[ Know, trust. One informs the other, really, and Bellamy doesn't know many people here that he'd trust to get this close to mentally. ]