[Bellamy's correct in that assumption. All three of them united and looming over him would have made him even more uncomfortable. It's only when Bellamy settles that his hand absently pets Rhea's head again before he whistles softly to her to follow him to another chair. The suitcase parks next to him and his hand scratches Rhea behind the ears as he takes a deep breath, looking over the three of them carefully.

They're all very close. Anyone can see that. He has to wonder just how he fit into all of this.]

It's okay. [It's more to reassure the three of them instead of answering Bellamy's statement, but he smiles again even as his eyes are more on the dog than them for the moment.] It's just...you and Grell? That's how you knew about Baymax, huh? But neither of you said anything. I probably still wouldn't know if I hadn't met Clarke, would I?