His brow furrowed when Clarke said she was scared. Scared of what? Judgment from the others? From him? Hadn't he looked her in the eye and begged her stay? He forgave her, tried to convince her they could get through it. If he had earned anything in that world, it should have been her knowing that he was telling the truth. He did a lot of terrible things in their months since landing on the ground, but lying to Clarke hadn't been something he ever made a habit of - or even tried to. He was upfront about his decisions at almost every single turn he'd ever made with her. But maybe he could forgive her that misstep as well. Because her mother lied to her. Wells lied to her. Finn lied to her. Lexa lied to her. And only one of those lies had been born of selflessness and love. So maybe he could understand. But she trusted him with everything else - with the lives of all of their people, even.
So the idea that Clarke hadn't trusted him enough stung. He cared so deeply for their partnership, the way they worked so effortlessly as leaders - the idea she might not view it in the same way he did hurt him more than Bellamy had expected. But there was more to her words than just admitted her fear. Because Clarke also confessed she should have stayed. That she should have trusted him. That she walked away from the wrong person. Bellamy leaned back in his seat and sighed. He was always so confident. So sure. But right now, he couldn't shake the unfamiliar notion of indecision and uncertainty. He knew they made the only decision that had been able to in Mount Weather. He knew he made the right decision to stay at Camp Jaha and he knew Clarke made the wrong decision to leave. But now there was a decision to move forward - to say more, to put words to feelings. He thought they were both dancing around... something, but what if he was wrong? Like he had been wrong when Clarke left?
"There are a lot of people who you can't trust, Clarke," he said slowly. "There are a lot of people who did a lot of things to earn that." Bellamy shook his head, "But that's not me." Because if there was one way to describe Bellamy, it was loyal to the ones he loved. He took in a breath and reached out to rest his hand over hers. "It's me and you here, and you've got to know that I've got your back," Bellamy reiterated what he felt she already should have known. "No matter what." He offered her the ghost of a smile. "I'd do anything," he pointed out - but it felt less like a confession and more like a reminder.