Bellamy images he can practically feel the way the mood suddenly changes, and he wishes it didn't have to. That they could go some period of time where something doesn't go wrong or become a concern; but considering how his entire life has stretched out so far, Bellamy isn't sure he's every been worthy of long term happiness.

"What?" he asks, turning as he shuts the fridge door, carton of eggs in hand. With his free hand, he tugs at his shirt by the shoulder, as though that will do much good. "What is it?"