week one, friday afternoon

[jettisons]

[It takes a while for Bellamy to calm down. Logically, he's seen worse. He's seen people tortured and murdered right in front of him, but that doesn't stop the sight of Haru's head from sticking in his thoughts, resurfacing again and again no matter how much he tries to push it away.

He knows it's worse for Akira. Bellamy saw the expression on his face when Hal uncovered Haru, and he knows Akira's not going to be doing well. It takes him a hell of a long time to find him, though, off on a remote part of the beach. Bellamy approaches slowly, trying to give Akira ample time leave if he needs it.]

Hey.

Comments

[jettisons]

Good. It's going to be a hell of a lot harder to keep you alive for Haru and Raven if you're a loose cannon tomorrow.

[It's an honest statement veiled by just a touch of teasing.]

[jokered]

[it helps. in some strange, almost cathartic way—the humor helps.]

That's me. A ticking time bomb, set to explode.

[though it's quiet and weaker than normal, there's still that dry edge to it that indicates pretty well and good that he understands bellamy here.]

I'll keep my calm tomorrow. [well, he'll try to, at least.]

[jettisons]

Hey, don't worry about it. If you don't, Raven will put you in your place.

[She's good at that.]

[jokered]

I bet she will. She'll kick my ass if she thinks I need it.

[he'd probably let her, too. honestly...]

[jettisons]

Damn right she will. She'll have your back.

[jokered]

I'll be counting on that like my life depends on it.

[you know, because it does.]