[That leisurely pace drives him nuts, but not at all for the reasons Murphy would hope. If this doesn't work, he doesn't know what the hell he's going to do. Admittedly, if it does work, he also doesn't know what he'll do, but at the moment failing completely seems nightmarish.
So he paces, unable to keep still, unable to keep Clarke and Rey out of his head. Finally, finally, there's a knock, and Bellamy throws open the door.
He hasn't put any work into his appearance, for better or worse. His curls are still messy, the jacket stretched over his broad shoulders still threadbare. His lips quirk up.]
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So he paces, unable to keep still, unable to keep Clarke and Rey out of his head. Finally, finally, there's a knock, and Bellamy throws open the door.
He hasn't put any work into his appearance, for better or worse. His curls are still messy, the jacket stretched over his broad shoulders still threadbare. His lips quirk up.]
Took you long enough.