[Normally, he'd take that compromise. Normally he'd agree and everything would be fine and he'd tell her what's going on.
But this time's a little different.] I can't. [It's too much. It's his fault and he can't tell her what happened until he knows how to make it stop.] I'm sorry...I can't do that.
I'm going to figure out how to fix it. [He's busy scrubbing at his face.] I failed last time but I can fix this. I promise.
[Mostly it's that he knows Clarke worries and he knows Clarke talks, and if she and Jason are actually close now...he can get this under control and then own up to his mistakes.]
I need to go. Bellamy and I are going...you know. Tomorrow morning.
I- ( want to help. the words die in her throat, and Clarke doesn't say anything for a moment. )
Okay. Be safe, all right? ( a pause, brief. ) Love you. ( she's trying to get better at saying it to the people she cares about, knowing that all of them walk into danger so frequently. )
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But this time's a little different.] I can't. [It's too much. It's his fault and he can't tell her what happened until he knows how to make it stop.] I'm sorry...I can't do that.
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Why can't you? ( it's a genuine question; more worried that the Shuck had done something that prevented him from talking about it. )
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[Mostly it's that he knows Clarke worries and he knows Clarke talks, and if she and Jason are actually close now...he can get this under control and then own up to his mistakes.]
I need to go. Bellamy and I are going...you know. Tomorrow morning.
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Okay. Be safe, all right? ( a pause, brief. ) Love you. ( she's trying to get better at saying it to the people she cares about, knowing that all of them walk into danger so frequently. )
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...love you, too. [And it's a quiet disconnect. Sorry, med-mom.]