By the time they reach the bottom of the stairs, Allison lets him walk into the other room, not willing to follow him and watch him drink. She can't. She can feel her resolve dissolving with every step, and she doesn't know what will happen if she actually watches him drink. It feels like she's choking with all the things that she wants to say but can't bring herself to, not wanting to go back on a promise that she had made him when he had been so far gone that the end of the tunnel felt so distant. Now they are here, so far removed from those days, but it feels like Klaus is about to hurl himself back into that precipice. She should stop him, she needs to stop him, but will it matter? Will it work? Will he stop for today, only to be tempted to do it tomorrow? To fall back into old patterns, like how Diego had said? Would he not tell her next time, and just do it?
It has been seven years, and suddenly that fear that she used to live with regarding his addiction suddenly grips at her so tightly that it feels like she's drowning all over again.
As they part ways, for a moment Allison almost reaches out to him to stop him, to get him in the car so they could go home now, apocalypse be damned. She doesn't, though, and instead she steps into the hallway leading towards the kitchen, leaning against the wall as she tries to get herself to breathe again. For seven years they had lived a life that was almost normal, that was happy, and all it had taken was a trip back here to fuck it all up. It feels like Reginald's one last parting gift, one last landmine to destroy everything again, and she finds herself cursing their father mentally for it all.
Most of all, she hates herself for agreeing to come. For not finding him sooner. For not getting them both on a plane the moment the funeral was done so they could go back to their old life and ignore the Academy ever existed.
Just as she's about to finish the walk to the kitchen, the sound of crystal shattering catches her attention and she's moving without thinking twice about it. She half expects the bastards from the other night to be here again, attacking them, but as she rushes into the sitting room she just sees him, hurling the decanter down. From the corner of her eye she can see Pogo approaching, but she quietly tells him to just keep everyone out of the room for now, before walking over to Klaus and sitting next to him. She doesn't know what to say, what can she say, so instead she just tries to pull him into her arms again. If he pulls away, she'll just sit there, waiting for him to be ready.
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It has been seven years, and suddenly that fear that she used to live with regarding his addiction suddenly grips at her so tightly that it feels like she's drowning all over again.
As they part ways, for a moment Allison almost reaches out to him to stop him, to get him in the car so they could go home now, apocalypse be damned. She doesn't, though, and instead she steps into the hallway leading towards the kitchen, leaning against the wall as she tries to get herself to breathe again. For seven years they had lived a life that was almost normal, that was happy, and all it had taken was a trip back here to fuck it all up. It feels like Reginald's one last parting gift, one last landmine to destroy everything again, and she finds herself cursing their father mentally for it all.
Most of all, she hates herself for agreeing to come. For not finding him sooner. For not getting them both on a plane the moment the funeral was done so they could go back to their old life and ignore the Academy ever existed.
Just as she's about to finish the walk to the kitchen, the sound of crystal shattering catches her attention and she's moving without thinking twice about it. She half expects the bastards from the other night to be here again, attacking them, but as she rushes into the sitting room she just sees him, hurling the decanter down. From the corner of her eye she can see Pogo approaching, but she quietly tells him to just keep everyone out of the room for now, before walking over to Klaus and sitting next to him. She doesn't know what to say, what can she say, so instead she just tries to pull him into her arms again. If he pulls away, she'll just sit there, waiting for him to be ready.