“They don’t know you, they just think they do. They can just shove it, we have more important things to do.”
Although it’s said quietly, the fierceness for him behind it is still there. Although she and Luther haven’t discussed the phone call from seven years ago, when he called her as if to check if she had lost her mind for bringing Klaus to California with her, she can see in his eyes the same doubt she heard in his voice that day. Diego hasn’t made another quip since Allison had punched him on her way out to look for Klaus days ago, but she knows he might say something now and she can feel her defenses flare. They haven’t seen Klaus in years, haven’t seen how hard he worked at crawling out of that hole he had been in since he was a teenager. They hadn’t seen the way he lit up with happiness when he met Claire, how he’s her absolute best friend in the entire world. How he cares for her, for them, and as Allison leans in to kiss his forehead, she makes a silent promise to keep defending him and his name. She’s proud of him, so fucking proud of him, and this hasn’t changed anything.
She digs her keys out of her pocket and gives them to him. “Wait for me in the car, okay? We’ll go somewhere else for a few hours, take a break.” Maybe he can sleep in the car while she drives, she thinks but doesn’t say it. “I think we both need it. We’ll regroup after. I don’t think either of us should be here right now.”
Taking a break will give them both a chance to breathe. It’ll give her a chance to convince herself to not drive straight to the airport without even bothering to say goodbye.
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Although it’s said quietly, the fierceness for him behind it is still there. Although she and Luther haven’t discussed the phone call from seven years ago, when he called her as if to check if she had lost her mind for bringing Klaus to California with her, she can see in his eyes the same doubt she heard in his voice that day. Diego hasn’t made another quip since Allison had punched him on her way out to look for Klaus days ago, but she knows he might say something now and she can feel her defenses flare. They haven’t seen Klaus in years, haven’t seen how hard he worked at crawling out of that hole he had been in since he was a teenager. They hadn’t seen the way he lit up with happiness when he met Claire, how he’s her absolute best friend in the entire world. How he cares for her, for them, and as Allison leans in to kiss his forehead, she makes a silent promise to keep defending him and his name. She’s proud of him, so fucking proud of him, and this hasn’t changed anything.
She digs her keys out of her pocket and gives them to him. “Wait for me in the car, okay? We’ll go somewhere else for a few hours, take a break.” Maybe he can sleep in the car while she drives, she thinks but doesn’t say it. “I think we both need it. We’ll regroup after. I don’t think either of us should be here right now.”
Taking a break will give them both a chance to breathe. It’ll give her a chance to convince herself to not drive straight to the airport without even bothering to say goodbye.