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It was getting easier and easier for Bellamy to leave the comfort of the preserve without his gun. This place, while incredibly frustrating and completely inescapable, was kind of peaceful. It reminded him of those late, late night when his mother was out and it'd only been him and Octavia in their small apartment. When she'd been a baby, Bellamy would rest her against his chest while she slept, telling her stories of their future and how amazing they'd be.

When she'd gotten older, he'd tell her stories about the stars and constellations, how he could see the light of space in her eyes before it'd been taken away from him by his own idiocy and recklessness.

He'd passed through the park a few times on his way to and from the preserve but today, he stopped. Today, he settled down on a bench and lay down on it, long legs hanging off the edge and face turned up to the overcast sky. The clouds were dark and grey, bumping up against each other and spreading out to cover the blue sky.

Maybe it'd rain.

Bellamy closed his eyes and relaxed. He talked to Octavia in his head, wishing that she was okay, hoping that whoever had her was showing mercy. It was stupid to rely on someone like Finn but that's what he was doing.

Bellamy sighed.

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It wasn't a very nice day out but that didn't stop Clarke from being outside. After years on the Ark she took every chance she could to be outdoors, even when the weather was crappy.

Somehow she wasn't surprised to see Bellamy here. "Hey."

By now, Bellamy knew her voice and didn't even have to open his eyes to figure that Clarke was standing nearby.

"Hey," he returned, giving her a brief wave. "Out to enjoy this lovely weather? Maybe get some sunbathing in?"

Clarke looked up at the gray, cloudy sky. "Don't think it'll work very well."

Bellamy opened his eyes and sighed before swinging his legs around and sitting up.

"Probably not but no harm in trying, right?" he quipped. "What're you doing out here anyway?"

She shrugged. "I don't like being indoors for too long."

"Yeah," Bellamy agreed, stretching his legs out and nodding. "You're more than welcome to come sleep in the woods with me."

Not that he thought she'd actually do it or anything.

Clarke huffed, but was smiling. "I'll pass. Don't want to mess up whatever macho wilderness thing you've got going on out there."

"Oh yeah, I'm having an absolute ball," he told her, shaking his head. "Between the weird colored deer and the people that walk through while they explore -- "

There were air quotes.

" -- there's not a whole hell of a lot to mess up. It's a bunch of mud and dirt and nosy people."

"You don't appreciate the company?" she asked. "I'm shocked."

She was not shocked.

"Most of them are about twelve and not even all that hot," he told her, smirking. "Of course I don't appreciate them."

Clarke rolled her eyes. "It is a high school. A lot are probably closer to twelve than twenty."

"My point exactly." Bellamy waved a hand around and shrugged. "Are you gonna sit down or pretend to loom above me?"

"I'm not looming," she said, sitting down anyway.

"You looked like you were trying to," Bellamy joked, glancing over at her. "Kinda cute, actually."

"When I'm looming you'll know it," she said. "You'll be terrified."

"Will I?" Oh, he sounded very amused now. Very, very. "And why would you even try to loom over me, Princess?"

"Possibly when you become even more of a jackass?" she asked.

"You act like the threat of you looming is gonna make me stop that," he said, shaking his head. "It actually makes me wanna see it. I wanna see this loom you think is so big and bad."

Clarke smiled slightly and shook her head. "You don't deserve to see my loom."

"Because there is no loom," he countered, snickering. "It's all bluster and lies."

"You'll regret doubting me." Eventually. Maybe.

"I don't do regret." That was a giant lie. "So, I doubt that happens."

"You don't do regret," she repeated. "Really? You regret nothing?"

"What's the point in regretting things?" he wondered, shrugging and turning his attention away from her. He picked a spot of dirt on his pants. "Gets you nowhere. So I don't do it."

"People don't regret on purpose," she said. "It just happens."

"That mean you have regrets?" he asked, turning the conversation around onto her. "Like what? Committing treason?"

"I don't regret that," she said. "I regret everything that happened with Wells and Charlotte. I regret not telling the Ark what was happening to them. I regret a lot of things."

"And does that help you sleep at night?" he asked, wincing subtly at the mention of Wells. "Does it make you a better person?"

"No, of course not," Clarke said, looking irritated. "I just feel bad, that's all."

"You look pissed," Bellamy noted, suppressing a smile. It was always an accomplishment when he could irritate her. "I'm just telling you how I see it. Regretting stuff, feeling bad, it doesn't help with anything. It just makes you weak."

What a liar.

"And I told you that it's involuntary," she said. "How do you suggest I stop something I have no control over?"

"That's your issue, not mine," Bellamy said, shrugging. "I just don't have 'em in the first place. I've got better things to focus on than going through life feeling bad about stuff that happened in the past."

And yet, he felt things deeply. Deep enough that he could hide them from just about everyone.

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