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↳〝 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 '𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜' 〞༉‧₊˚✧
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AN AWKWARD SILENCE continued to linger over Wells and Indigo. Indigo— being the obvious woman she was— she didn't understand why he couldn't even look at her. He could barely even speak to her it seemed like. Indigo was worried that she was being too much. They barely met this morning and here she was fixing him up after a fight.
The blonde girl— Indigo still didn't know her name, began to walk past them— hopping up onto the fallen door that they were sitting on. She then quickly walked into the dropship, and Wells's eyes didn't leave her, but once she had entered the dropship his eyes lingered on the cloth that him over where the large door would close.
Indigo then looked down and saw him staring— almost longing to go after her. Indigo then let out a small laugh at his expression— making him quickly turn his attention to her.
"Go on." Indigo tilted her head towards the entrance of the dropship. Wells stared at her for a moment, before a small smile graced his lips.
"I'll be back, Indigo." Wells assured, making Indigo shake her head 'no' at him. She didn't want to anchor him down from doing anything— or even worry about her, which would be worse.
"It's alright." Indigo smiled at him, as she stood up, holding a hand out to help pull him up, "I have someone I need to talk to." She said— as Wells stared at her hand for a moment, before grabbing onto it and hoisting himself up with his good arm.
Wells offered her a small nod, dropping his hand from hers— the feeling still lingering on Indigo's hand, making her give him a small half-smile.
Indigo had never seen true— pure love. But at this moment Indigo knew that Wells was in love with the blonde just by the way he looked at her.
Indigo was still getting used to physical touch, and conversations with people, so when Octavia hugged her— she didn't exactly know how to respond. When Wells held onto her hand for a moment— she didn't know how to react.
Wells gave her another small smile, before turning around to go into the dropship— pushing the large cloth that hung over it out of the way.
Indigo watched him walk away with a smile, but then turned in Octavia's direction, seeing Bellamy still at her side— cleaning the large cut on her leg. Indigo let out a frustrated sigh at the sight but grabbed the extra cloth that she had accidentally ripped from the large cloth that hung over the dropship's bare door.
