While Allison doesn't say anything, the look on her face makes it pretty damn obvious that she does not believe him. He is far from fine, but she's trying to not make him pull away from her.
As it is, she tries hard to not just pull him in for a hug or at least touch him as she watches the way he fidgets and moves. For now, she lets this proximity between them be enough, thankful for the fact that he's still here and that he's not pulling back altogether.
It's hard, though, when it's so obvious that it's as if he's pulled away from here altogether again, as if just reliving it all is making him disappear all over again. Klaus has been living with her and her family for seven years, but in so many ways it feels like that day that they had seen each other at the hospital after his overdose; as if she's re-learning how to navigate things around him all over again.
There's nothing she wouldn't do for Klaus, though, and she stays quiet, listening to him even if she feels a hot rage run through her veins at the idea of those bastards torturing her brother. The fact that he had been held there, tortured, and for a moment she can swear she sees red. Until he talks about disappearing into another decade, and her heart feels as if it plummets right to the floor.
Reaching for his hand, she tries to swallow the knot in her throat. "...how long were you gone for?" He looks like he has aged in the last couple of days, and now it all makes so much more sense. Why he's not bloody, why he isn't covered in wounds or bruises. He looks so haunted, and nothing like the man that had left Los Angeles with her less than a week ago. "Where did you go?"
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As it is, she tries hard to not just pull him in for a hug or at least touch him as she watches the way he fidgets and moves. For now, she lets this proximity between them be enough, thankful for the fact that he's still here and that he's not pulling back altogether.
It's hard, though, when it's so obvious that it's as if he's pulled away from here altogether again, as if just reliving it all is making him disappear all over again. Klaus has been living with her and her family for seven years, but in so many ways it feels like that day that they had seen each other at the hospital after his overdose; as if she's re-learning how to navigate things around him all over again.
There's nothing she wouldn't do for Klaus, though, and she stays quiet, listening to him even if she feels a hot rage run through her veins at the idea of those bastards torturing her brother. The fact that he had been held there, tortured, and for a moment she can swear she sees red. Until he talks about disappearing into another decade, and her heart feels as if it plummets right to the floor.
Reaching for his hand, she tries to swallow the knot in her throat. "...how long were you gone for?" He looks like he has aged in the last couple of days, and now it all makes so much more sense. Why he's not bloody, why he isn't covered in wounds or bruises. He looks so haunted, and nothing like the man that had left Los Angeles with her less than a week ago. "Where did you go?"