❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ <3!!!! I miss him so much too, tbh. It sucks even more that we didn’t even get closure or anything either. And thank you so much! ❤ ❤ Bryan is a very loud muse, so I should be here a long time, lol
Bryan didn’t even lift his head at Bellamy’s words, not looking up from the table that he was still sitting at. “… Did I?” He finally asked after a long moment, “Is it a brave thing now, to try and stand up for your boyfriend? He…” He let out a shaky breath, looking up at the other boy then, “Pike wants me to put a chip in Nate’s jacket, Bellamy. How is me trying to get him to change his mind a brave thing? I should have refused… I should have told him no, and now I have to…” He shook his head and looked back down at the table, hands holding onto the edge of it to try and hide how they were shaking. “I want to help, but Nate’s my soulmate…” He stated in a small voice, “How do I do this?”
Bryan looked up from where he was cleaning the gun he was given, raising an eyebrow at Murphy’s words. “… I’m not sure if I should be more concerned about the fact that you think Bellamy is guilty of something, or over the fact that you think he has perfect hair,” He stated with a soft chuckle. He sat the gun aside, glancing across the room to where Bellamy was working on something, and then back at Murphy. “You think he’s plotting something? Or should I go over and let him know what you think about his hair?” His voice was a light tease, offering a lopsided grin over at the older boy to see what he’d say.
“Just because things look bleak doesn’t mean they have to stay this way. We have a chance to make it better, we can.” She looks over to her friend, her eye bright with encouragement. “Aren’t you usually the one telling me to see the bright side? Things will get better.”
Bryan looked up, squinting at his friend when she began speaking. “… You’ve been hanging around me too much,” He stated after a long pause, “You can’t use my own words against me when I’m sulking, that’s like… the exact opposite of fair.” A tiny smile was creeping onto his face though, because it was true; even if things looked bleak didn’t mean they’d stay that way. Bryan had indeed said things like that many times before. “I just…” He sighed softly, moving to playfully flop against her side, “I’m not sure what to do next; I needed that job, and what do I do now?”
“You were one of the ones that came looking for us.” She said hoarsely, her eyes on the boy in front of her instead of the ground for once, her lips with a ghost of a smile on them. She glanced back at the ground for a second, collecting herself at the sudden painful memory of Sterling, who’d also been out looking and paid with his life for it. By the time she looked back up at Bryan- she was pretty sure that was his name, she’d heard Miller talk about him- she was simply grateful once more. “Thank you.”
Bryan glanced up from where he was sitting on the bed next to Fox’s, and offered the girl a soft smile. Still both in medical; Fox because of the mountain of course, and Bryan because of the injury he’d gotten from one of the attacks in Ice Nation that he was finally getting to have looked at. “Yeah,” He stated softly, nodding at her when she said that he was one of the ones that had gone looking for them. He had; as soon as they’d joined the others and he’d heard that his boyfriend and their friends were missing, he’d gone back out to go looking. He knew Fox from the Ark; heard her name and knew who she was at least, even if he’d been too shy to speak to her. “I’m just glad we found you guys,” He stated softly then, “And that you’re safe now. I’m sorry we didn’t get to you sooner.”
he doesn’t know how bryan can just relax like this. granted, he has lost track of time. it’s probably been a good year, you know? he doesn’t know. it’s still not safe and part of him aches. like he should have just stayed out of the bunker and died. like, you know, almost everyone else he knew. he’ll move to rest a hand on the other’s forehead, brushing hair out of his face. “knittin’? did ya’ get all wrapped up in a ball or somethin’?”
Bryan had learned, somehow, to relax now that they were in the bunker. Maybe that was because he was used to the enclosed space from the Ark, or that with Bou by his side, he’d learned not to hate grounders and wasn’t getting into as many fights. He let out a soft, almost content hum when he felt Bou brush his hair out of his face, letting out another soft chuckle and nodding. “Yeah, basically,” He laughed softly, “Mom decided to teach me so that I’d have something else to do. I got it tangled, tried to untangle it, and somehow got even more fully tangled in it. She was laughing so hard and it took her like twenty minutes to get me untangled.”
Bryan looked up from the side of the bar was sitting, examining his hand that was wrapped up in bandages. He gave the woman a soft, sheepish smile as she asked about his hand.
“I was careless with the kitchen knife,” He offered sheepishly, “Well… I mean, okay, I offered to help cut up some stuff that they were doing and I just… got distracted and kinda got my fingers with it.” He shrugged his shoulders a little.
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