Bellamy noticed everyone leaving the room, offering some privacy for the pair. After Clarke sent Madi and Jake away, he listened intently to the blonde, listening to her recount all those things that she had been through since they left her here alone. Honestly, he disagreed with her comment about going to tell him when they were not in danger. They had left Diyoza for quite some time now, they were finally back somewhere safe, but she did not pull him aside or anything like that. Nope. Clarke just carried on like it was no big deal. Bellamy just nodded his head, though, he could understand that it was difficult for her.<br/><br/>But, at the same time, who could blame him? Bellamy just found out that she had a kid, that was his. He did not understand why she looked at him like that when he asked the question, though. Bellamy did not know about Clarke’s sex life, so he was not the only guy around before they left. Maybe she went all out and had a fun time with others from the camp. It was none of his business, but if Clarke was certain that Jake was his, then he believed her. The physical appearance and similarities were unmistakable anyways.<br/><br/>Again, he was confused when she said she was not going to apologize and assumed that he was pissed. “Apologize? Why would I want you to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong, Clarke. You survived down here and you took care of our son. I really admire that and appreciate that. I can’t imagine what it was like down here, but you three aren’t alone anymore. We’re here now for you. I can’t wait to be involved in his life. When do we tell him that I’m his father?”<br/><br/>Bellamy questioned, unsure of when such a thing was appropriate. “I’m really glad that you’re okay. We all were worried that you didn’t make it. Thank you so much for what you did, Clarke. None of us would be here today if it was not for you. We owe everything to you.” The male continued, the smile on his face as he looked at her. They were all reunited, and Bellamy was happy. Even though they had to fight a war, he knew everything was going to be fine.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Harper made great points. Clarke had to change, to stay alive. She must have faced unimaginable odds, all alone for the last six years. He could not imagine having to birth a child all alone. It was treacherous, but she survived. That’s who Clarke was, after all – a survivor. Eventually, the conversation shifted to the emotional side of things. Harper was fine physically, but she might not have been all there emotionally. She was worried about everyone, about everything going on around them. It was tough not to worry. These were their lives after all. The group in the sky had ideas that, when they landed, they would all be safe, happily reunited with everyone. Things did not work out as planned. Harper was right about that – every day was a struggle, there was always drama, there was always a war to fight with someone. Would peace ever be attainable? Probably not, but it was nice to dream. Maybe if these prisoners were defeated, maybe things would work out better. There was no telling, though. It was only one step at a time, that they could get through this. It was possibly fatal to think that far ahead of things.<br/><br/>Bradley turned his attention to Harper, offering her a smile while squeezing her hand. “Well, I know those two have things to work out. I know everyone else has their own problems, too. Tonight, I think we should just focus on each other, though. I don’t want to spend too much time worrying about everyone else. You tell me that you worry about all these other people, and I know you do. You’re a good person. You’re kind, you’re an amazing woman, but I want to hear about you. I want to know about how you’re feeling right now. What can I do for you? How can I make you feel better?” Bradley was only interested in Harper right now. Sure, he cared about their friends, but he was more intent on thinking about Harper, wanting to know how she was doing since this was all so new and so much to take in at once.