It wasn’t easy for Bellamy to fall asleep. He tossed a bit in his sleep from worry. Even though he was optimistic, he was indeed worried about how Echo might be received. The last thing that he wanted was for Echo to leave. That would break him. He was also nervous about being a father, not wanting to make any mistake. He did not have a father figure in his life, so he was worried about having nobody to speak to for advice. It bothered him, but he felt like his instincts were enough. The next morning, Bellamy woke up to an empty bed.<br/><br/>At first, it worried him. Yep, she’s gone, isn’t she? That was going through Bellamy’s mind as he stood up from the bed. It was almost a panic, but he walked outside to see that Echo was just sitting out in the kitchen area. He felt stupid for getting so worked up and worried about it, just to find out there was no reason to feel this way. He almost laughed at himself as he approached Echo, pulling up a seat as well. It seemed like there was nobody else awake at the time, so he kept his voice down.<br/><br/>“Hey… couldn’t sleep?” Bellamy had no idea how long she had been there or how she had spoken to Clarke. The last thing he wanted was for Clarke to act horrible towards Echo. Clarke had seemingly been acting like everyone was a threat, and he didn’t know what world she was living in as she forgot her friends, it seemed. He half-wondered if she’d even let him be around their son. Clarke was quite protective now, for good reason, but she was taking it too far. “Are you alright?”<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Bradley focused, listening to Raven. He simply shook his head when she mentioned turning herself in. “Um… I hope that’s just a figure of speech. They kill people, Raven. They’re killing anyone they can. I don’t think that’s in your best interest, babe.” He murmured, giving her a kiss on the cheek. He wondered how she could even think of doing something like that, but that was besides the point. She was probably just tired, just waking up, not thinking clearly. “Besides, do you think that’s going to stop anyone? Clarke is ready to kill anyone, even us, I don’t think she’s going to accept any peace.”<br/><br/>One person could fuck it up for the entire group. Bradley realized that, so he knew that seeking peace was impossible. For now, though, he just started to brush his fingers through her long hair, playing with it as he waited. “We’ll just get our friends out the bunker, then figure out what to do next. I don’t want to fight, either. Maybe when we have more numbers, they’ll be less likely to fight and just accept the peace, but I don’t know. There’s too many unknowns right now to make a decision like that.”