[Bellamy lets out a quiet, surprised laugh at that. Of course he wants to, but... he also considers this a crisis, and there's no fun allowed during those.
He sighs, shifting to bury his face in the crook of Murphy's neck, the empathy bond making it clear how torn he is.]
Later?
[He murmurs it softly, running an apologetic hand through Murphy's hair.]
I need to figure this out first.
[And he's sure Lexa and Clarke will be looking for them soon.]
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He sighs, shifting to bury his face in the crook of Murphy's neck, the empathy bond making it clear how torn he is.]
Later?
[He murmurs it softly, running an apologetic hand through Murphy's hair.]
I need to figure this out first.
[And he's sure Lexa and Clarke will be looking for them soon.]