Coming home everyday to a steely reminder that he'd lost Clarke wasn't ideal, but also penance. He had left her behind. Leave it to her to survive something like Praimfaya. Bellamy had felt both relief and awe when he'd seen her in Tumbleweed in the first place. Now he had to get used to the possibility of watching her come and go without ever remembering their paths crossing again.
"Dealing," he shrugged, indifference sagging his shoulders. Already he had lived a long time not knowing the fate of Octavia and the others. Bellamy could wait a little while longer more, though he doubted she would ever return. Pessimism was the pronounced shadow in the gloom of his darkest thoughts.
"I'm alive. You're here. Murphy isn't about to go anywhere. Made some friends. I'm fine. What about you, Clarke?" He shifted the focus back to her. "What's going on with you? Aside from your brand new job."