Bellamy's got the fridge door open when Clarke asks her question, and it makes him pause. It's not the sort of question he ever really expected to hear, but he shouldn't be surprised. He straightens up, arm resting on the door as he looks back at Clarke. This is what he gets for making her talk to him again. Questions that shouldn't be awkward but make him want to curl up and hide behind the door until she stops looking at him with that expectant gaze.

"I'm an adult," he says, picking his words carefully because so many of them will just make him sound terrible, like the shittier version of himself Clarke first met. "We do that sort of thing."