( he's right, it's not a fair question. clarke's eyes are red and raw, lips chapped from how hard she'd been gnawing at them in an attempt to bite back more tears. and after that monumental fallout in the lobby below with some of the friends she'd so desperately sought upon first arriving here, she's about as far away from okay as one can be.
and can't bring herself to look at him longer than a few seconds before refocusing on frustratingly trying to insert her keycard into the lock. )
No. It's not my blood.
( and she'd really like to get in her damn room to shower it off, hotels had showers right? even if they didn't have doors? )
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and can't bring herself to look at him longer than a few seconds before refocusing on frustratingly trying to insert her keycard into the lock. )
No. It's not my blood.
( and she'd really like to get in her damn room to shower it off, hotels had showers right? even if they didn't have doors? )