you and Bellamy werent doing much. he was sharpening a piece of wood with a knife and you were simply sitting next to him.

“you’re quiet.” he mused, looking at you.

“thinking about things.”

“what sort of things?” he asked.

“the jaw thing.” you smirked.

“what?” he laughed.

“when you’re angry or thinking, your jaw feathers.” you answered, brushing your fingers across his cheek, “right here.”

his jaw clenched, “like that?”

“yeah!” you almost squealed, loving how it looked.

“well if i get that reaction i guess i’ll have to do ‘the jaw thing’ more often.”