“Trust me, it’s better for everyone involved that none of our family attended your wedding. If the funeral was anythigng to go by, the world might have ended then instead.”
Klaus laughs, mirthless and tired at the thought. He remembers talkign to Allison late one night from a payphone, listening to the way she talked about Patrick and it was then that he knew she would never be coming back. Not really. He felt happy, then, for her. Happy that someone in the whole group managed to escape, get out and get a real life.
“She told me. To be fair I barely remember it, but she definitely told me.” He elbows Patrick and smiles sweetly. “But Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter... things like that didn’t happen there. Sure, we did our own little hurrahs but the most exciting thing we did was sneak out late at night for doughnuts one we figured out how to scam Dad’s surveillance system.”
He snorts, remember the way Five bolted around, the way Diego shattered lenses or covered up doorways to mask what they were doing. Sure, their father likely knew everything about every moment of their lives, but it was exciting back then. “We had a scheduled thirty minutes of personal time, and we were not to step outside of our poor little box. I did all the time, I’m sure that’s just impossible to imagine. So while we have brothers and a sister, I wouldn’t exactly say we had happy family traditions and memories. We were soliders, prim and proper. Or at least until I showed up to lessons in mom’s heels.”
He smirks and finishes off his coffee before he returns to the take out, stabbing a piece of chicken and stuffing it into his mouth. He turns at the hand on his shoulder and blinks over at Patrick, chewing thoughtfully while he observes the man.
“You know, when Allison brought me home? I thought you were going to kick me out when she was asleep. I mean, I would kick me out too for all the shit that I did, but she kept telling me how great you were. How kind you were. How you’d come around.” He pushes himself up to pour himself another cup of coffee, swiveling to top off Patrick’s cup as well.
“Frankly, this place- the two of you. Saved my life. Still are, and that’s quite a big debt to repay, so I’ll have to beg you to make the interest low, please and thank you.” He winks at the man as he turns away to replace the coffee pot.
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Klaus laughs, mirthless and tired at the thought. He remembers talkign to Allison late one night from a payphone, listening to the way she talked about Patrick and it was then that he knew she would never be coming back. Not really. He felt happy, then, for her. Happy that someone in the whole group managed to escape, get out and get a real life.
“She told me. To be fair I barely remember it, but she definitely told me.” He elbows Patrick and smiles sweetly. “But Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter... things like that didn’t happen there. Sure, we did our own little hurrahs but the most exciting thing we did was sneak out late at night for doughnuts one we figured out how to scam Dad’s surveillance system.”
He snorts, remember the way Five bolted around, the way Diego shattered lenses or covered up doorways to mask what they were doing. Sure, their father likely knew everything about every moment of their lives, but it was exciting back then. “We had a scheduled thirty minutes of personal time, and we were not to step outside of our poor little box. I did all the time, I’m sure that’s just impossible to imagine. So while we have brothers and a sister, I wouldn’t exactly say we had happy family traditions and memories. We were soliders, prim and proper. Or at least until I showed up to lessons in mom’s heels.”
He smirks and finishes off his coffee before he returns to the take out, stabbing a piece of chicken and stuffing it into his mouth. He turns at the hand on his shoulder and blinks over at Patrick, chewing thoughtfully while he observes the man.
“You know, when Allison brought me home? I thought you were going to kick me out when she was asleep. I mean, I would kick me out too for all the shit that I did, but she kept telling me how great you were. How kind you were. How you’d come around.” He pushes himself up to pour himself another cup of coffee, swiveling to top off Patrick’s cup as well.
“Frankly, this place- the two of you. Saved my life. Still are, and that’s quite a big debt to repay, so I’ll have to beg you to make the interest low, please and thank you.” He winks at the man as he turns away to replace the coffee pot.