Clarke said something Bellamy really needed to hear: that his mother would have been proud of the man he had become. Yeah, he hoped so. It was tough to believe it, but when Clarke said it, for some reason, it clicked within Bellamy’s mind. Clarke made Bellamy believe that their friends would be alright. Different, yes, but alive and well. There was always a chance things could turn around for the better. He held to her hand tightly and nodded his head along with her words. Soon enough, everyone would be reunited and they would begin rebuilding from the disaster they just endured.<br/><br/>Starting over sounded like a splendid idea, but Bellamy knew people still held grudged toward each other. He would think that having a catastrophe like Praimfaya would bring people together, enlighten each other that life is so finite and everyone nearly fucking died. Why should anyone be at odds with each other now? Bellamy learned over time, though, that things were rarely so easy. Despite that, he still held high optimism for their future on this planet. “You’re right Clarke. You’re right about all of it. Without you, I don’t think I’d be nearly as optimistic as I am.”<br/><br/>As important as it was to plan, Bellamy didn’t want to right now. He squeezed his girlfriend’s hands again, pulling her even closer to him. “Look, we have plenty of time to discuss these things. I don’t want to talk about what our plans our for surviving once we get our friends back. I just want us to be right now. I don’t want to think or talk about anything else that doesn’t involve each other.” He whispered to her, leaning down to press a kiss onto her lips. His hands released her hands as his arms made an attempt to wrap around her completely, holding onto her as the storm became closer, but they were safe in here. “I love you, Clarke. I can’t wait to marry you and call you my wife.” He murmured softly, nuzzling his nose against her cheek.