His question about whether or not Patrick knows about her siblings makes her frown. In a way, sure, she deserves that considering how she left and the distance she has managed to keep the last few years, even during the worst times when she actually regretted leaving. But, even with all that distance, she can never forget that they are her family.
Before she can answer, though, Klaus sits up and Allison stands up along with him, already reaching for the little bowl that the nurse had left on the nightstand earlier. She's ready to help him, to do whatever he needs, but when the worst of it seems to pass she just sets the bowl back down. Instead of sitting on the chair she had been using, she sits on the bed next to him, gently rubbing his back.
"Okay, first of all? Yes, Patrick knows about you. It's fine, Klaus. You don't have to stay with us forever, we can find you another place you'd like. But you can be closer. You don't have to do this alone, I can help you. I want to help you. You don't have to afford it, because I can."
There's a hint of desperation as she tries to convince him, because she's terrified of what could happen if he stays here. She for sure cannot stay here, and it's not even just because she's married and Patrick wouldn't want to live in the city. Allison finds this place suffocating, and for years it felt like it would undo them all. She doesn't want that to happen to him.
She sighs, moving her hand from his back to his shoulder, pulling him slightly closer. "I'm sorry, for not coming before, but I'm here now. And I can-- I have a place where you can stay. Come on, please. Please, at least think about it. We can drive back if you don't want to fly, but I just... I don't want to go back without you."
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His question about whether or not Patrick knows about her siblings makes her frown. In a way, sure, she deserves that considering how she left and the distance she has managed to keep the last few years, even during the worst times when she actually regretted leaving. But, even with all that distance, she can never forget that they are her family.
Before she can answer, though, Klaus sits up and Allison stands up along with him, already reaching for the little bowl that the nurse had left on the nightstand earlier. She's ready to help him, to do whatever he needs, but when the worst of it seems to pass she just sets the bowl back down. Instead of sitting on the chair she had been using, she sits on the bed next to him, gently rubbing his back.
"Okay, first of all? Yes, Patrick knows about you. It's fine, Klaus. You don't have to stay with us forever, we can find you another place you'd like. But you can be closer. You don't have to do this alone, I can help you. I want to help you. You don't have to afford it, because I can."
There's a hint of desperation as she tries to convince him, because she's terrified of what could happen if he stays here. She for sure cannot stay here, and it's not even just because she's married and Patrick wouldn't want to live in the city. Allison finds this place suffocating, and for years it felt like it would undo them all. She doesn't want that to happen to him.
She sighs, moving her hand from his back to his shoulder, pulling him slightly closer. "I'm sorry, for not coming before, but I'm here now. And I can-- I have a place where you can stay. Come on, please. Please, at least think about it. We can drive back if you don't want to fly, but I just... I don't want to go back without you."