( that wet threat in her eyes finally crosses the line to the actual manifestation of tears — one on each waterline, not yet ready to fall but absolutely present and glinting in the lighting of the cabin. )

I don't think I've done anything to earn that faith, ( comes the rueful undercut of his declaration. but at the same time, who is she to look a gift horse in the mouth and deny the strength of allies in the middle of a war zone. whether either of them comes to regret this companionship is a problem for later. right now he's crushing her hand with sentiment, and clarke's actively working to return a weak squeeze of her own. )

...But I'll try to be worthy of it. But please remember that you can always — always walk away from this.