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“Wanheda,” The name leaves his lips in a breath. Chocolate hues falling upon the now brunette, once the leader of their people. Now, she looks more like a grounder than anything. Much like Octavia, and more like Commander Lexa. He can barely believe his eyes. However, before he can even begin to approach her, two men come up behind her and his first instinct is to draw his gun. Taking careful aim not to hit her too, he manages to take them both out with a clean head shot. He rushes over to Clarke’s side, hand clutching onto her. “Clarke, are you okay?” He asks.

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He never got used to how good it felt each time he was released from his holding cell. Not to mention knowing who’d be there to bail him out each time. A wide grin curls at his lips as he feels his neck being gripped by the tiny brunette at his side. Brows raise as he hears her words, a light chuckle soon escapes his lips. “Yeah, yeah. You say that every time you come here all dolled up Rey. I know already.” He shakes his head. “What’ll it be today?” He asks, curious to what favor she’ll ask of him this time.

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“But your face totally says it all Rey,” He can’t help but chuckle seeing her smirk as she tries to tell him that it wasn’t a good dream, despite already knowing it probably was.

Chocolate hues lift, meeting her gaze as she starts to tell him about her dream. He can barely picture it in his mind. Never seeing much green in his years. His life consisted of being on base, never travelling to other planets, not really seeing how other planets even looked. Being on Jakku only briefly, and only seeing mounds of sand and shades of beige and brown mostly. His curiosity is peaked hearing her talk of green and flowers neither of them have had the pleasure of seeing before.

“How do you dream of something you’ve never really seen? Maybe you’re psychic or something?” He mused, a slight tease in his tone as he smirks at her. Eyes flicker between her and his shoulder as she explains this game that was in her dream. 

“What kind of game is that? We chase each other, then what? What’s the purpose of that?” His brows furrow, not seeing the point of the game she dreamt of. But seeing her excited about him makes him want to play, and see why she seems so excited about it.

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There’s nothing he can really say. He doesn’t even know how long he’s been out, how long she’s been gone. He didn’t even know she went to see Luke until Poe told him. Even then, it wasn’t like they could stay in contact. He’d spent most of his time trying to get back on his feet. Not wanting to rest anymore. He can tell something’s bother her, but he can’t help her. That much he can tell. Chocolate hues divert to the ground for a moment before lifting back up to meet her gaze. He only gives a shrug of his shoulders.

“I’m doing alright--Moving around more after being bed ridden for a while. I know, it’s not like i’m mad or anything. I’m just glad you’re back. I’m sure training with Luke wasn’t that bad. Did you learn anything cool?”