A lot of people he knew had dead parents. Parents killed by the Ark and Chancellor Jaha. With Cat's gasp at their shared circumstance, Bellamy wondered what it was like to come from some place where losing your parents to murder or execution wasn't commonplace. She held onto his hand and he gave hers a comforting squeeze just before the droid arrived. Since Gina's death, he hadn't had someone just sit and listen and talk and understand. Things were too loaded with Octavia and Clarke, and he knew Raven had her own problems and he still felt too guilty over Gina to really look at her without drowning in the guilt.
Bellamy caught her annoyed tone, but managed a tight smile as he leaned back for a moment to look at the droid. "I'll have one too," he echoed Cat's order. When she leaned in though, Bellamy mirrored that movement as well so that he could better hear. He shook his head, "I don't know a lot about it. Some guy was asking for help on the Holonet," he shrugged one shoulder. At the mention of Clarke not listening to him, Bellamy set his jaw and glared downward for a moment.
"She used to listen to me," he said, trying not to sound bitter. The loss of the easy camaraderie and partnership he had with Clarke hurt, not only because he was angry at her, but because he knew she was disappointed in him and because he didn't know how to go forward from any of it. "She just wants to help people. She wants to fix everyone's problems." The resentment caved a little and his admiration for that came through for a moment. But then, his own uncertainty matched Cat's and that reverence for Clarke evaporated. "She does. But I know people. From this galaxy," he said, "And they say the Resistance shouldn't be trusted. That they can't protect us." He shook his head, "I don't know what to think. I just don't want my people getting hurt."