Allison breathes out a silent huff that's intended to be a chuckle, closing her eyes for a moment. She feels her lips tremble as she does so, the relief of being here and being home suddenly overwhelming, but she bites the inside of her cheek tightly as if to force herself to pull herself together.
God, she thinks, she's such a mess. Her eyes feel puffy - from sleep or from crying earlier with Patrick, she isn't sure - and she feels like crap, but she curls against Klaus. For a moment she just does as he suggests, she just keeps breathing, until she's close to a semblance of normal even if that new definition of it is skewed at this point.
Turning to her brother, she reaches up at him to touch his face, to try to look at him. She can't verbally ask how he's doing, but thankfully her facial expressions are obvious enough to inquire nonetheless. Yes, in a lot of ways she's deflecting, but she also wants to know considering she has been worried about him as well.
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God, she thinks, she's such a mess. Her eyes feel puffy - from sleep or from crying earlier with Patrick, she isn't sure - and she feels like crap, but she curls against Klaus. For a moment she just does as he suggests, she just keeps breathing, until she's close to a semblance of normal even if that new definition of it is skewed at this point.
Turning to her brother, she reaches up at him to touch his face, to try to look at him. She can't verbally ask how he's doing, but thankfully her facial expressions are obvious enough to inquire nonetheless. Yes, in a lot of ways she's deflecting, but she also wants to know considering she has been worried about him as well.