His eyes softened when he first heard her voice doing that screech-y thing when she's scared, protective, and mad. It's been awhile since he heard it, heard her. Not since that time. He shuddered. It was hard to go on without her. This time would be better. Starting with O.

If O wanted more freedom, he'd give it to her. If she wanted to be with her grounder, he would do what he could to get over it. Bellamy was still not very fond of Lincoln. . . For his own reasons. None of which had to do with Clarke. None whatsoever.

He was in total denial about Clarke. . . again. As usual.

His head was thrown to the side as there was a groan and then a loud screech and rattling. The dropship was shaking as it finally hit atmosphere. It was getting a little hot in his little hideaway. Soon.