It seemed a little anticlimactic. He had been searching for Clarke for months. Carefully scouting through each sector, keeping an ear to the ground for any sign of her. It had been months of hard, fruitless work. And now he was here, just looking at her, and she seemed perfectly fine. Looking almost exactly the same as she had when she left Camp Jaha. In was infuriating in how simple it was. He just walked her and there she was. Sure, they were stuck on a cruise ship in the past and apparently there was some sort of time gap between them... but even that just happened in the blink of an eye. This should've been harder fought, harder won. She shouldn't look so... comfortable probably wasn't the right word. But he was supposed to be saving her from the Azgeda and bringing her home. Not meeting her in her cabin and being offered a seat.
Bellamy didn't speak for a moment, the muscle in his jaw working as he ground his teeth. "Yeah, it's something else," he finally worked out. He and Monty had been looking for so long that Bellamy didn't quite know what to say either - he assumed Clarke felt the same way, seeing as how she was small-talking him about their predicament. He moved toward one of the arm chairs, but didn't sit, opting to shift his weight uncomfortably before folding his arms across his chest. He watched Clarke, pitching into silence again. He wondered what she would look like three months from now - or then or however he was supposed to refer to the passage of time. Would she look like he and Monty? Drained but still moving forward? Or would she look like Jasper... gaunt and haunted. Surely she would handle it better than Jasper was. There was no way to know - something else Bellamy found infuriating.
"I've been looking for you," Bellamy finally decided on, unwilling to look away from Clarke now that he was here. "For a long time."