Those words, so particular and poignant, had just slipped free. It's only when Bellamy echoes back at her, does Clarke realize the gravity of what she'd said. Nothing about her wants to take it back, but it is strange to say it so quietly. The last person she'd said it to had been Finn. Finn had loved her easily, had loved everyone easily. Clarke knows that she didn't mean them quiet the same way he had as she'd told him, slipping the knife between his ribs not long after.

But this. She means them so much that it scares her. A blush creeps across her cheeks, a warm flush spreading through her even as she lets her smile break free.

She does love Bellamy. It feels good to say it. "Yeah," she nods slightly. "Besides me calling out sick for you? I don't know, I think me being here is pretty good. A promise that I'm not going to attempt to cook for you?" She laughs softly. "I think I can think of a few more. Having Clarke Griffin be in love with you is a good gig."