Patrick chuckles softly under his breath, although there’s very little humor behind it. “Oh trust me, I’m filling this thing to the brim.”
The last time Allison had gone back to New York, the circumstances had been very different and she hadn’t wasted any time before she grabbed her keys, a suitcase with a few outfits she could cycle through in a pinch, and had more or less flown out the door. This time, there’s no sense of urgency to get out of here, but he knows that packing won’t be as easy. Both Allison and Klaus seem to already be struggling with what’s to come, and considering they have problems sleeping as it is, this won’t help matters any.
“Trust me, I wish I could tag along, too,” he admits with a sigh as he leans against the counter once the coffeemaker starts going. But, if there’s one thing he’s in agreement with Klaus and Allison, is that Claire is not to go to New York. Not right now, not for this. Patrick has always been well aware of the physical distance between Los Angeles and the city that his wife had grown up in, but now it’s finally dawning on him how strategic she had been. This is not only where she had come to make a career for herself, but it’s as geographically distant from each other as they can be. Crossing that invisible line that puts them back in range of the world they had left behind feels forbidden, even if he can’t help but wish that they would both stay here with them as well.
“If you’re gone longer than a week, I will go there and bring you guys back, though. Don’t tempt me.” It’s said almost lightly, but it’s obvious that he’s not really joking.
After a moment, “Stupid question, but... How are you holding up?”
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The last time Allison had gone back to New York, the circumstances had been very different and she hadn’t wasted any time before she grabbed her keys, a suitcase with a few outfits she could cycle through in a pinch, and had more or less flown out the door. This time, there’s no sense of urgency to get out of here, but he knows that packing won’t be as easy. Both Allison and Klaus seem to already be struggling with what’s to come, and considering they have problems sleeping as it is, this won’t help matters any.
“Trust me, I wish I could tag along, too,” he admits with a sigh as he leans against the counter once the coffeemaker starts going. But, if there’s one thing he’s in agreement with Klaus and Allison, is that Claire is not to go to New York. Not right now, not for this. Patrick has always been well aware of the physical distance between Los Angeles and the city that his wife had grown up in, but now it’s finally dawning on him how strategic she had been. This is not only where she had come to make a career for herself, but it’s as geographically distant from each other as they can be. Crossing that invisible line that puts them back in range of the world they had left behind feels forbidden, even if he can’t help but wish that they would both stay here with them as well.
“If you’re gone longer than a week, I will go there and bring you guys back, though. Don’t tempt me.” It’s said almost lightly, but it’s obvious that he’s not really joking.
After a moment, “Stupid question, but... How are you holding up?”