[ Carata's delight is disarming, completely unexpected. Bellamy's caught momentarily off-guard by it, taken aback by the lax warmth emanating from her. It takes a moment to regroup. ]
(I'll come to you,) [ The less contact between minds the better. Bellamy continually tells himself that he's less obvious if he isn't speaking directly into someone's head, as if his facial expressions and continued mind bleed aren't just as revealing. ] (Where are you?)
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( I'll come to you, ) [ The less contact between minds the better. Bellamy continually tells himself that he's less obvious if he isn't speaking directly into someone's head, as if his facial expressions and continued mind bleed aren't just as revealing. ] ( Where are you? )