Allison stays silent, watching him, listening to what he's saying. Her expression remains neutral, not judging when he talks about a drink, or pills, or even giving the homeless guy a quickie.
When she speaks, her voice is just as neutral. It's hard for her to not show whatever emotion is bubbling under her skin, but for him she tries her best because she doesn't want him to feel manipulated right now. She remembers too vividly the way he had broken down in the hospital, the way he had yelled and how his body swayed as he could barely hold himself up. That memory clashes with the ones that followed in the hotel - how he looked and sounded as the worst of the withdrawals happened, how she'd hold onto him whenever he'd let her be near him as if tethering him to the real world instead of the ghosts that tormented him. She remembers her nightmares, and for a moment that resolve to remain calm and collected almost evaporates, but she had given him her word. The trust that Klaus has in her is too important for her to go back on, because she knows he wouldn't be here if he didn't trust her, so she swallows the nausea that feels as if it returns in full force.
"I think we both knew the urges weren't going to disappear just because we got on a plane and unpacked your bags in the guest room. It's a process, Klaus, and you've come a long way already."
Hell, weren't they teenagers the last time that he had been clean and sober for this long?
"...I'm not going to facilitate or enable anything, but I'm also not going to force you to stay. I told you I wouldn't, and I won't." A small, dry smile crosses her lips as she shrugs slightly. "I can't want this more than you, because otherwise it won't work. So...if you decide that's what you want, then...I can't stop you. I'm not your babysitter. I'm your sister, and I want to help you. But if you choose to go back, then just...let me know, and I can get you a ticket to go back."
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When she speaks, her voice is just as neutral. It's hard for her to not show whatever emotion is bubbling under her skin, but for him she tries her best because she doesn't want him to feel manipulated right now. She remembers too vividly the way he had broken down in the hospital, the way he had yelled and how his body swayed as he could barely hold himself up. That memory clashes with the ones that followed in the hotel - how he looked and sounded as the worst of the withdrawals happened, how she'd hold onto him whenever he'd let her be near him as if tethering him to the real world instead of the ghosts that tormented him. She remembers her nightmares, and for a moment that resolve to remain calm and collected almost evaporates, but she had given him her word. The trust that Klaus has in her is too important for her to go back on, because she knows he wouldn't be here if he didn't trust her, so she swallows the nausea that feels as if it returns in full force.
"I think we both knew the urges weren't going to disappear just because we got on a plane and unpacked your bags in the guest room. It's a process, Klaus, and you've come a long way already."
Hell, weren't they teenagers the last time that he had been clean and sober for this long?
"...I'm not going to facilitate or enable anything, but I'm also not going to force you to stay. I told you I wouldn't, and I won't." A small, dry smile crosses her lips as she shrugs slightly. "I can't want this more than you, because otherwise it won't work. So...if you decide that's what you want, then...I can't stop you. I'm not your babysitter. I'm your sister, and I want to help you. But if you choose to go back, then just...let me know, and I can get you a ticket to go back."