Klaus smiles softly, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. Why would she drop a baby monitor in his room? The irony of the question almost makes him laugh, bile rising up into the back of his throat. He can tell she’s worried, if only by the way her eyes follow him around the room, the way she treads lightly, delicate in the way she pushes him and fleeting in the way she retreats. Not that he can blame her, all things considered, and the swell in her belly only makes it more difficult to consider staying.
He doesn’t realize that his mind’s drifted away for a few seconds, but when he comes back to the conversation, there’s talk about Patrick and his family and something about being normal. Klaus shakes his head and huffs, finishing off his coffee.
“We scare the whole world, darling, of course we scare him. I mean, I’m a man standing mostly naked in his kitchen, drinking his coffee, and twisting his sweet little wife’s brain with madness. Of course he’s scared. I’d be scared of me, too.” He waggles his eyebrows and moves to place his mug in the sink. The coffee wasn’t enough and he feels the dull ache behind his eyes, a headache coming on that’s sure to cleave his brain in two.
“But I guess the company won’t be so bad, all things considered.” He turns to lean against the sink, tilting his head back and letting his eyes drift closed for a moment.
“And while all of that is great, it really is, Allison, all I want is a fucking drink. Pills would be great, actually, nice and easy on the way down, even better on the climb up. I feel like I could crawl out of my skin and take a little leap off the balcony if that’s what it would take to get them.” It’s a dangerous admission, but the need is so real in the back of his mind that he can’t deny it.
“I mean I’d blow the homeless guy on the corner, too, for a hit if I had to. You know, just casual four AM stream of consciousness. Shit. Hindsight I wouldn’t blow him, probably a quick hand job, because God only knows where he’s put that thing.”
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He doesn’t realize that his mind’s drifted away for a few seconds, but when he comes back to the conversation, there’s talk about Patrick and his family and something about being normal. Klaus shakes his head and huffs, finishing off his coffee.
“We scare the whole world, darling, of course we scare him. I mean, I’m a man standing mostly naked in his kitchen, drinking his coffee, and twisting his sweet little wife’s brain with madness. Of course he’s scared. I’d be scared of me, too.” He waggles his eyebrows and moves to place his mug in the sink. The coffee wasn’t enough and he feels the dull ache behind his eyes, a headache coming on that’s sure to cleave his brain in two.
“But I guess the company won’t be so bad, all things considered.” He turns to lean against the sink, tilting his head back and letting his eyes drift closed for a moment.
“And while all of that is great, it really is, Allison, all I want is a fucking drink. Pills would be great, actually, nice and easy on the way down, even better on the climb up. I feel like I could crawl out of my skin and take a little leap off the balcony if that’s what it would take to get them.” It’s a dangerous admission, but the need is so real in the back of his mind that he can’t deny it.
“I mean I’d blow the homeless guy on the corner, too, for a hit if I had to. You know, just casual four AM stream of consciousness. Shit. Hindsight I wouldn’t blow him, probably a quick hand job, because God only knows where he’s put that thing.”