Klaus rests against her, eyes pressed shut, for a minute or two, quiet. His head feels like a mess of static and barbed wire and if he were asked to do anything that required more than basic motor function? Well. But his eyes open slowly when she kisses the top of his head and it's then he sees it. The swell of her belly under the chic cardigan.
He thinks, for a moment, that maybe it's just the way she's sitting, but he knows the media would eat her alive for even thinking about gaining a pound. The thought that she could be pregnant, that there's a baby on the way for one of the Hargreeves, the one inviting him to live with her?
"Were you gonna try and keep this whole thing a secret, or what?" He gestures to her middle, not yet extracting himself from her side. He doesn't have the energy. "You do realize you're inviting a wild, deranged drug addict to live with you and your new little family. Pretty sure that's not gonna go over well with Mr. Allison Hargreeves."
He sighs and pushes himself away from her then, having to steady himself on the bedside rail as the room does a funny little lurch to one side. "Allison, you shouldn't be here," he groans, suddenly frustrated. "You've got a whole grand life out west. If that bump is what I think it is, and not a big lunch, then you need to march yourself right out of this place. I'm not going to be able to fix this."
He lets his hands fall into his lap miserably. "You need to go have your perfect little baby with you're unfairly attractive husband and make lots and lots of money. I can't just turn around and quit cold turkey and let all the undead assholes come running back. I can't do it." There's fear in the insistence.
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He thinks, for a moment, that maybe it's just the way she's sitting, but he knows the media would eat her alive for even thinking about gaining a pound. The thought that she could be pregnant, that there's a baby on the way for one of the Hargreeves, the one inviting him to live with her?
"Were you gonna try and keep this whole thing a secret, or what?" He gestures to her middle, not yet extracting himself from her side. He doesn't have the energy. "You do realize you're inviting a wild, deranged drug addict to live with you and your new little family. Pretty sure that's not gonna go over well with Mr. Allison Hargreeves."
He sighs and pushes himself away from her then, having to steady himself on the bedside rail as the room does a funny little lurch to one side. "Allison, you shouldn't be here," he groans, suddenly frustrated. "You've got a whole grand life out west. If that bump is what I think it is, and not a big lunch, then you need to march yourself right out of this place. I'm not going to be able to fix this."
He lets his hands fall into his lap miserably. "You need to go have your perfect little baby with you're unfairly attractive husband and make lots and lots of money. I can't just turn around and quit cold turkey and let all the undead assholes come running back. I can't do it." There's fear in the insistence.