Clarke's grip in his hand is something Bellamy has become accustomed to, but there's comfort in it that he doesn't find elsewhere. A reminder that Clarke is here with him, and that they're not alone in this strange new world.

The show overhead is enough distraction that he lets the conversation die, content to watch the colors light up the night sky. The gunpowder scent reminds him of Raven, makes him wish the others were here to witness this. They all deserved some bit of it.

When the show finally ends, leaving bright streaks of green in Bellamy's vision, he gives Clarke's hand a squeeze. "That was...pretty damn amazing."