An easy grin stretched across Bellamy's features, pleased at the compliment she offered him. He echoed her laugh, ducking his head in a sheepish gesture that he couldn't help. It reminded him, somewhat painfully, of Gina. Cat was bright and beautiful and Bellamy wished he didn't have so much baggage. That he was still the guy he'd been when he first arrived on Earth. It would make this so much easier. He'd be so much better at it. "You are beautiful," he said softly. "And you make it easy not to think about... anything but you," Bellamy said a laugh, sheepish again. "I'm not very good at this, you can probably tell," he gestured between them. He missed the times when he had been, because he figured he would've probably been the one making her feel flustered instead of the other way around.
She asked about other people and Bellamy took the change in topic. "My sister, Octavia," he answered. "She's the only family I've got left." Which made her, by far, the most important person in any galaxy as far as he was concerned. It was a fact that went without saying, evident in the way he spoke her name. "And Raven, another friend. She's here, too. She's been glued to her ship since she got one." Then, of course, there was Clarke; the thought of her pulling a sigh from Bellamy. "And of course, my other friend. Clarke," he said her name with more reverence than he'd meant. But she'd been the only person other than Clarke who he truly opened up to, who he thought truly understood him. At least, he'd thought that until she left him. "We're at a weird place right now. But at least she's familiar."