Allison tries to smile when Klaus attempts to assure her that he's fine, but it falls flat. She can't do it, and while Klaus may act like it doesn't bother him, she wouldn't blame him if that wasn't the case. He has worked so damn hard to get to where he is now, to be clean and sober for over six years. It's something that Allison has been so goddamned proud of, and for them to dismiss it so easily? For Luther to want to throw in his face that he's just trying to cry out for attention? It makes her want to get into a car, go to the airport, and never bother coming back.
She knows that they can't, though. That, just like that day when Klaus had returned from Vietnam, they can't just leave. Not yet. Not when Vanya is so far gone and they need to figure out a way to stop her. Not when the world may end before their flight can even take off. The idea that she's here, and not with her husband and her daughter makes her dizzy, the weight of it all suddenly overwhelming, but she just tries to swallow the knot that builds in her throat.
That's why, when Klaus offers a cigarette, she all but leaps for it. After giving birth to Claire, Allison's habit had been cut back considerably, especially after essentially going cold turkey during her pregnancy, but right now she just needs it. Once they're sufficiently distanced from the door, she takes the cigarette and, once it's lit, she takes a deep drag from it. It's most definitely a bad idea, the inhale and the smoke itself making the pain in her neck flare up in a way that it makes her see stars for a moment, but she doesn't stop. She can't. Not with everything going on.
At his question if she's okay, she's tempted to nod but what's the point? If there's one person that knows her better than anyone, it's Klaus, and she just shakes her head very slightly as she looks down for a moment. Still, despite that answer, she makes a motion as if to say it doesn't matter. And, well, it really doesn't. She's not okay, but they have to save this shithole if only so they could have a chance at going home.
Are you? she mouths again, not writing the question down only because she doesn't want to let go of the cigarette just yet.
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She knows that they can't, though. That, just like that day when Klaus had returned from Vietnam, they can't just leave. Not yet. Not when Vanya is so far gone and they need to figure out a way to stop her. Not when the world may end before their flight can even take off. The idea that she's here, and not with her husband and her daughter makes her dizzy, the weight of it all suddenly overwhelming, but she just tries to swallow the knot that builds in her throat.
That's why, when Klaus offers a cigarette, she all but leaps for it. After giving birth to Claire, Allison's habit had been cut back considerably, especially after essentially going cold turkey during her pregnancy, but right now she just needs it. Once they're sufficiently distanced from the door, she takes the cigarette and, once it's lit, she takes a deep drag from it. It's most definitely a bad idea, the inhale and the smoke itself making the pain in her neck flare up in a way that it makes her see stars for a moment, but she doesn't stop. She can't. Not with everything going on.
At his question if she's okay, she's tempted to nod but what's the point? If there's one person that knows her better than anyone, it's Klaus, and she just shakes her head very slightly as she looks down for a moment. Still, despite that answer, she makes a motion as if to say it doesn't matter. And, well, it really doesn't. She's not okay, but they have to save this shithole if only so they could have a chance at going home.
Are you? she mouths again, not writing the question down only because she doesn't want to let go of the cigarette just yet.