[ touch is the way he's been comfortable to convey how he feels, especially when it comes to communicating his comfort. being denied that is tough, even though he's done it before, refusing to reach out to many people, if any, to keep himself distant and unhurt. for a moment he forgets he's not supposed to touch her, his hand moving, fingers still gripping the blankets, toward her before he remembers. ]
[ breaking away from her for a moment, bellamy rests his weight on one hand as he pulls his shirt from where it's bunched around his collarbone over his head. it'd a slight struggle, but he manages, and once it's off he lets it drop behind her on the bed as he leans back down to kiss the corner of her mouth. ]
[ letting his hand drop as though it's a heavy stone, he doesn't end up reaching for her. instead, he focuses his attention on the way his body slowly rolls backward. where he would've curled his hands around her back to pull her with him, he trusts her to follow him, perhaps sensing he's diving away again. slowly, he tries to move so he can be on his back, purposefully choosing to keep himself from diving away to give her a fair shot. ]
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[ breaking away from her for a moment, bellamy rests his weight on one hand as he pulls his shirt from where it's bunched around his collarbone over his head. it'd a slight struggle, but he manages, and once it's off he lets it drop behind her on the bed as he leans back down to kiss the corner of her mouth. ]
[ letting his hand drop as though it's a heavy stone, he doesn't end up reaching for her. instead, he focuses his attention on the way his body slowly rolls backward. where he would've curled his hands around her back to pull her with him, he trusts her to follow him, perhaps sensing he's diving away again. slowly, he tries to move so he can be on his back, purposefully choosing to keep himself from diving away to give her a fair shot. ]