Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had heard the news earlier today. Wick was one of the few -- if not only real friends -- he'd had on the Ark. He hadn't spent as much time with him as two friends had, but more time with him than he had any other friend up there. With Octavia, it was difficult to make and maintain ties. Down here, it presented it's own set of challenges. But right now . . . Bellamy wanted to be just that for Wick. A friend. It was far easier to offer his support to others, than to focus on his own inner dealings and pain.

He wasn't sure if he would be of much help, but he had to at least try. Mount Weather had left everyone in a state of being traumatized from the events. And eveyone was dealing with it in their own way. The losses they had suffered, the violence, the betrayal, the torture . . . everything. Those who had returned from Mount Weather for physical injuries would heal. It was the psychological and emotional scars that would take far longer.

Bellamy couldn't dwell on his though. Not right now. He had to set his feelings aside, for the betterment of Arkadia. And right now . . . for the betterment of his friend. He stood outside Wick's apartment, lightly knocking on the door, with a couple of glasses and a bottle of drink in his hand. He figured he might need one, and while Bellamy wasn't a heavy drinker -- for reasons that always stemmed to needed to remain responsible and coherent -- tonight, he sure as hell wouldn't mind a drink or two.

[Kyle Wick]

Reaching his hand down to his scrotum, Kyle cupped himself right as the knock came! With a muted cruse he rolled from the bed and pulled up his pants, before reaching for a shirt. He didn't want to talk to anyone! He didn't want to go to work, he didn't want to hear about anyone who needed something; or worst anyone who had heard and wanted to cheer him up. He wanted to stay home, drink like a fish and try to forget that he had lost the girl. Walking to the door, he glared at it for a moment before opening it up.

Bellamy was there. Kyle took one look at the booze and opened the door wider. If Bellamy could be counted on for anything it was not talking about feelings. "Welcome tot he party!" Wick greeted, even though he was the only one here . . . and in clothes that he had worn for two days. He dind't lie! It was the pity party! Watching Blake's face for a moment, Wick could tell he looked like hell but hide it well. The only reason he could see it was because he had known Bellamy since he was a kid. Even then it was hard to read. Kyle wondered if he was just seeing what he expected, but then after what had happened--who wouldn't loose sleep? "No girls allowed." He joked, knowing that fell flat.