The fact that he doesn’t outright sit up and asks to be let out of the car is a good thing, she thinks. She can’t help but still fear that it could be a possibility, but is very thankful for the fact that he’s at least staying put.
“Oh we know you like the mysterious lifestyle,” she responds with a small sort of smile. She can’t hold anything of the last few years against him - Allison knows damn well she’s the one that messed up for packing up and leaving. They’d talk whenever Klaus would randomly call her, but it always felt so sporadic and long in between - especially since all she had wanted was to talk to him as long as possible.
Klaus’s mention of the tumble, but that he’s fine makes her lips quirk faintly but there’s no humor behind it. Considering she’s still holding onto one of his hands, she can feel the tremble there. Not to mention that he looks rough, tired. The sight of him in that hospital bed as she waited for him to wake up is one that she knows she won’t forget in a long, long while. All those lines and cables tied to him, the restraints later on, the way his bones are so visible along his body. It makes her grip his hand a little tighter unconsciously.
At the mention of Luther, there’s a brief moment where a muscle in her jaw seems to twitch as she clenches it shut, but she shakes her head slightly. “No. Haven’t talked to him in years.”
More specifically, since the night that Klaus called her and filled her in about him being kicked out of the Academy. Allison had been in the middle of a huge production back home, and she hadn’t been able to leave, but as soon as the call ended, she had called Luther and they had gotten into a huge argument over it. It had been the first and last time she had bothered calling ‘home,’ and that had been sufficient to never want to call again.
‘You left first, Allison,’ Luther had all but thrown in her face, his own anger about her leaving seeping through, but it doesn’t change the fact that the words have stuck with her. ‘You left him, long before dad decided he couldn’t stay here, so don’t project your guilt onto me for it.’
“I’m really sorry for not coming back sooner, Klaus,” she says, her voice quiet but sincere.
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“Oh we know you like the mysterious lifestyle,” she responds with a small sort of smile. She can’t hold anything of the last few years against him - Allison knows damn well she’s the one that messed up for packing up and leaving. They’d talk whenever Klaus would randomly call her, but it always felt so sporadic and long in between - especially since all she had wanted was to talk to him as long as possible.
Klaus’s mention of the tumble, but that he’s fine makes her lips quirk faintly but there’s no humor behind it. Considering she’s still holding onto one of his hands, she can feel the tremble there. Not to mention that he looks rough, tired. The sight of him in that hospital bed as she waited for him to wake up is one that she knows she won’t forget in a long, long while. All those lines and cables tied to him, the restraints later on, the way his bones are so visible along his body. It makes her grip his hand a little tighter unconsciously.
At the mention of Luther, there’s a brief moment where a muscle in her jaw seems to twitch as she clenches it shut, but she shakes her head slightly. “No. Haven’t talked to him in years.”
More specifically, since the night that Klaus called her and filled her in about him being kicked out of the Academy. Allison had been in the middle of a huge production back home, and she hadn’t been able to leave, but as soon as the call ended, she had called Luther and they had gotten into a huge argument over it. It had been the first and last time she had bothered calling ‘home,’ and that had been sufficient to never want to call again.
‘You left first, Allison,’ Luther had all but thrown in her face, his own anger about her leaving seeping through, but it doesn’t change the fact that the words have stuck with her. ‘You left him, long before dad decided he couldn’t stay here, so don’t project your guilt onto me for it.’
“I’m really sorry for not coming back sooner, Klaus,” she says, her voice quiet but sincere.