He snorts a laugh under his breath, giving him a look. “Jealous, of that?” He motions to the sweater. “No. Not my style.”
He does feel a sort of pang of jealousy, but it has nothing to do with Klaus’s fashion choices. If he’s pilfering through Allison’s husband closet then that must mean they’re pretty close, that at least Klaus hasn’t had just Allison, and while he’s glad for his brother he finds himself hating the fact that he himself hadn’t been there. Which is ridiculous, and he knows that. After all, they had all made their choices. They had all followed their own paths, for better or for worse, even if it took them so damn far from each other.
He gives him a pointed look, though, when he mentions the holsters. “Don’t you dare. And why the hell do you have to make it pervy? They’re practical for what I do.”
Not for the academy - Umbrella or the police force - but they worked just great for his days as the city’s vigilante. He’s not exactly secretive about it, but at the same time it’s not like he’s announcing his ‘job’ and what he does after hours. He half wonders if Reginald knew about it before he died, if he kept tabs on them how he did when they were kids, but he dismisses the thought as quickly as it comes.
The inquiry about how he’s doing makes him pause as he grabs the sandwich, but he’s quick to recover. So much has happened since their father’s death, and it still makes him dizzy to think about it. Especially when Patch dying feels like it created a big gaping hole within him, and it still feels like he’s doused with cold water every time he thinks about her, every time he remembers the way she looked that night. There’s an ocean of regret when it comes to Eudora Patch, always had been considering their relationship, but now there’s a healthy dose of guilt along with it that makes it feel as if it sucks the air out of the room.
“I’m fine,” he just answers instead, though, his voice almost casual enough to be believable. “I’ll be better when those bastards that had you and killed Patch are dead, though, along with Harold Jenkins. After that, I’ll sleep like a baby.”
He smirks over at him as he says it, like he means it, and he gives an appreciative nod at the mention of what’s in the sandwich. It’s pretty much how he would have prepared it, so no complaints from his side. “Thanks, this is good. We’ll have to get you that burger you wanted once this whole mess is over.” He picks a pickle from the sandwich and pops it in his mouth on its own, quiet for a moment as he chews.
“Has it really been that long since you’ve been in California? Six, seven years?” It’s something he has been mulling over since Klaus left to shower, and while he hates that it shows he has been obviously thinking about that comment...he can’t help but ask it. Because it feels so hard to believe that it’s true.
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He does feel a sort of pang of jealousy, but it has nothing to do with Klaus’s fashion choices. If he’s pilfering through Allison’s husband closet then that must mean they’re pretty close, that at least Klaus hasn’t had just Allison, and while he’s glad for his brother he finds himself hating the fact that he himself hadn’t been there. Which is ridiculous, and he knows that. After all, they had all made their choices. They had all followed their own paths, for better or for worse, even if it took them so damn far from each other.
He gives him a pointed look, though, when he mentions the holsters. “Don’t you dare. And why the hell do you have to make it pervy? They’re practical for what I do.”
Not for the academy - Umbrella or the police force - but they worked just great for his days as the city’s vigilante. He’s not exactly secretive about it, but at the same time it’s not like he’s announcing his ‘job’ and what he does after hours. He half wonders if Reginald knew about it before he died, if he kept tabs on them how he did when they were kids, but he dismisses the thought as quickly as it comes.
The inquiry about how he’s doing makes him pause as he grabs the sandwich, but he’s quick to recover. So much has happened since their father’s death, and it still makes him dizzy to think about it. Especially when Patch dying feels like it created a big gaping hole within him, and it still feels like he’s doused with cold water every time he thinks about her, every time he remembers the way she looked that night. There’s an ocean of regret when it comes to Eudora Patch, always had been considering their relationship, but now there’s a healthy dose of guilt along with it that makes it feel as if it sucks the air out of the room.
“I’m fine,” he just answers instead, though, his voice almost casual enough to be believable. “I’ll be better when those bastards that had you and killed Patch are dead, though, along with Harold Jenkins. After that, I’ll sleep like a baby.”
He smirks over at him as he says it, like he means it, and he gives an appreciative nod at the mention of what’s in the sandwich. It’s pretty much how he would have prepared it, so no complaints from his side. “Thanks, this is good. We’ll have to get you that burger you wanted once this whole mess is over.” He picks a pickle from the sandwich and pops it in his mouth on its own, quiet for a moment as he chews.
“Has it really been that long since you’ve been in California? Six, seven years?” It’s something he has been mulling over since Klaus left to shower, and while he hates that it shows he has been obviously thinking about that comment...he can’t help but ask it. Because it feels so hard to believe that it’s true.