.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ it's been a serious issue with bellamy to not be able to fall asleep. he said it's not exactly insomnia, but it's been a real pain in the ass, all of this thinking started to get him anxious over things that weren't even remotely near to reality.* *he trusted you, and so he told you about this problem when you started noticing how restless he's becoming. tonight was one of those nights, he couldn't sleep for the life of him, tossing around in bed as if he might die if he stopped tossing. eventually he got fed up with it, sitting up in his tent as he let out an exaggerated sigh, running his fingers through his hair, messing it up a bit. he tried to think of anything that might help him stop thinking, but nothing came to mind, except you.

and so he put on a hoodie, keeping the cold weather in mind as he put on his shoes and went over to the other side of the camp, your tent. he 'knocked' on the flap, knowing you were awake from the dim light escaping through the small net at the top of the tent. as soon as you opened it he couldn't suppress a little smile, relieved to see you.

"hey, mind if I ruin your night?"