He needed to leave. He knew he needed to leave. He knew Clarke wanted him to leave. Bellamy stood however, rooted to his spot. Hungover or not, for a fleeting second he caught himself wondering how bad it would be if he just slipped back into bed and- Bellamy drew in a sharp breath and gave his head a shake, to definitely clear it. He immediately regretted the quick movement because the world pitched into a spin. Sleep. Definitely. Besides, Clarke clearly wanted him to go. She clearly wasn't even interested in him as the partner he'd once been, let alone anything... more than that. It had only been a few months since losing Finn and Bellamy could feel the guilt suffocating him just by thinking of the situation as if he were interested in more. Wasn't that a betrayal to Gina? Gina, who he left to die while rushing off to save the blonde in front of him when she didn't want to be rescued in the first place.
He really needed to go. Bellamy moved and grabbed his boots. Turning back to look at Clarke once more, he wondered if he needed to say something more. But nothing would ease the awkwardness and nothing would explain why it was so important. This was clearly a mistake she'd made. Bellamy couldn't blame her for wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
"We don't have to talk about it," Bellamy decided to offer. He doubted she would really leave it this way. She was Clarke, after all, and Clarke was always so ready to fix anything. But maybe not this. Maybe not them. "I know what this was and uh- it's cool." He flashed an uncomfortable half-smile and he wasn't sure if it felt forced because he was so hungover or if it was something else. It didn't matter. The point was he wanted to offer Clarke his best attempt at absolution from this whole thing. "So yeah. Just... get some rest," he took a step backward toward the door. "I'll be... around."