Bell wasn't sure whether or not he'd heard Alistair Darrow laugh before. When they'd first met the man had been so quiet and uncertain of himself that laughter hadn't seemed very likely, and while he'd grown marginally more comfortable in Bellamy's presence he still wasn't exactly the life of the party. He may have chuckled on a few occasions before, but he usually still seemed nervous about it, like he wasn't sure whether or not he ought to be laughing — or like he was only laughing because he thought he should, not because he was actually enjoying himself. This seemed a little different, but whether it really was or whether it was just the difference of setting — alone in the woods, both of them undressed — that made it feel different, Bell didn't know. In any case, Bell liked the way he laughed. He wanted to make him do it again, but wasn't sure how.

"Alright, but promise not to drown," he teased. "I can't be responsible for your death. And this would probably be a pretty lonely spot to haunt, if you stayed around as a ghost." (Alistair Darrow seemed the type who would stay around as a ghost). "I'd come visit you," Bellamy continued in a chipper tone. "But you wouldn't get much other company."

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