While Klaus smokes, Allison just looks up at the stars, just enjoying the quiet. There’s something about this silence between them, the comfort of just being. When they were younger, silence was comforting because it meant Reginald wasn’t around, but there was always that underlying expectation that he’d burst in at any moment, ready to ruin everything. For so many years Allison was sure she’d never be free from it, to the point that silence sometimes made her nerves feel frayed with anticipation.

That’s part of the reason why her house is up in a hill, away from traffic and without a lot of neighbors. The sound of the water is comforting. The fact that her brother is here, with her... It’s more than she could have ever let herself hope for.

By the time that Klaus speaks again, the nausea that had felt overwhelming when she had first woken up has subsided enough where she finally looks comfortable. Hell, she could probably stay here and watch the sunrise if she really wanted to. When Klaus speaks, though, her attention turns back to him and smiles, laughing when he says he and Patrick will end up eloping.

“Well, hey, as long as I get the house, have at it. I put too much work into it to let you two have it.” She tries to say it with a straight face, but the smile on her lips is hard to hide.

“I’m really proud of you, you know,” she adds, her voice warm. “What you’re doing isn’t easy, and you’re doing so good despite what you may think.”