Bellamy did follow Octavia into her room. Without the incident at the gates, he might have been asking her all kinds of questions about her boyfriend, how things were going, but he chose to be silent. He wanted to roll his eyes when she said that she had to be careful, even with him. Honestly, Bellamy more or less tuned Octavia out for most of the conversation. There was not much to say as he listened to the female talk about the journey that led her here. In fact, Bellamy did not say a single word to Octavia. Soon enough, they were left alone, led to one of the open bedrooms. Once there, Bellamy made sure to close the door and lock it tight.<br/><br/>Turning back to Alicia, Bellamy sighed softly. “Yeah, we can. I don’t have much to say to her though. She had a gun on us. Maybe staying here isn’t a good idea.” Bellamy muttered, still distraught about what happened. This was not just a light sibling argument. She literally had a gun pointing at him. What if it went off on accident? What the hell was wrong with her? Never in a million years would Bellamy do such a thing to his own sister, even if she truly meant to hurt him, Bellamy would just let her have her way.<br/><br/>“Look, let’s just take the nap, then. I don’t want to talk about my sister. I don’t want to hear about how people change. It’s bullshit. I’m her brother. I don’t want to think about this right now.” Sighing, Bellamy pulled away from leaning against the door, now walking to the bed. There, he just kicked off his boots and plopped himself down onto the mattress. Now, he was just relaxing against the bed and waited for Alicia to join him.<br/><br/>Bellamy was half tempted to suggest they should move along, but he knew better than to think he would be okay with that. “Tomorrow, I want to see if they’ll move us out of this place and give us a house of our own. I don’t want to be in this house longer than we have to.”