Restless Hands

"He knew Octavia was right. He did. But he couldn't stop. There was a nervous energy brewing within him, vibrating through his core, slipping along his veins and releasing itself into his hands. He couldn't be the guy with the shaky hands, he had to be steady. Dependable. A leader. So he didn't let them shake. He put them to work." Fill for tumblr prompt: Bellamy braiding Clarke