“As long as you don’t blow any smoke in my direction, we should be fine.”
It’s a relief, that he still wants her around, so she doesn’t mind going out with him while he smokes. She follows him through the sliding doors, to the patio leading to the garden. Judging by the ashtray that’s on a side table, near some bushes, Klaus will be able to see that Allison really has been using this corner of the garden for cigarette breaks. Patrick never minded it - until the little line appeared on the pregnancy test - and there aren’t any neighbors close enough to worry about, so he’ll be able to take advantage of this spot whenever he needs it.
She leads him towards the pool, though, where the lounging chairs are. If they’re going to be out here, she’d like to be comfortable. If there’s one thing she loves about California, it’s the weather and how comfortable it is even in the middle of the night, so being out here at this hour doesn’t even phase her. The garden and the pool are illuminated softly, casting a comfortable and welcoming glow in the yard, and she smiles over at Klaus as she settles on the chaise.
“I think I like it out here better than the kitchen, anyway.”
"Shucks, that was my plan all along. Making pregnant women suffer is my prerogative in life."
Following behind her he chooses to sit at the edge of the pool instead of the outdoor furniture. He drops his feet into the water and lights up the cigarette. It's stale but the burn feels familiar in a way that draws out a pleasant groan. "God I needed this," he exhales in a cloud of smoke, pointedly opposite of where she sits. And he goes silent, enjoying the rush if nicotine, the sharp bite of the smoke, the draw on the filter. He moves his feet back and forth in the cold pool water, seeming for once to be at peace.
After he's demolished nearly half the cigarette he lets out a sigh, "I'm really going to give this the good old college try," he admits, shrugging a shoulder but not looking back at her. Instead he watches the way the water ripples around his calves.
"Not that I went to college but the sentiment's the same. Just less sorority and frat parties, the dreaded Freshman fifteen and god all the impossibly hot professors. I'll just ogle your husband instead." He looks back at her then, his expression warm. "You'll come home from a shoot and we'll have eloped into the sunset."
While Klaus smokes, Allison just looks up at the stars, just enjoying the quiet. There’s something about this silence between them, the comfort of just being. When they were younger, silence was comforting because it meant Reginald wasn’t around, but there was always that underlying expectation that he’d burst in at any moment, ready to ruin everything. For so many years Allison was sure she’d never be free from it, to the point that silence sometimes made her nerves feel frayed with anticipation.
That’s part of the reason why her house is up in a hill, away from traffic and without a lot of neighbors. The sound of the water is comforting. The fact that her brother is here, with her... It’s more than she could have ever let herself hope for.
By the time that Klaus speaks again, the nausea that had felt overwhelming when she had first woken up has subsided enough where she finally looks comfortable. Hell, she could probably stay here and watch the sunrise if she really wanted to. When Klaus speaks, though, her attention turns back to him and smiles, laughing when he says he and Patrick will end up eloping.
“Well, hey, as long as I get the house, have at it. I put too much work into it to let you two have it.” She tries to say it with a straight face, but the smile on her lips is hard to hide.
“I’m really proud of you, you know,” she adds, her voice warm. “What you’re doing isn’t easy, and you’re doing so good despite what you may think.”
"Save your pride, Number Three," he mocks their father, voice quivering and poorly accented. "Number Four has a long way to go yet! I believe he's still seeing tap dancing tigers and dehydrated elephants when he closes his eyes!"
He chuckles to himself, bringing the cigarette up to his lips for a final drag, letting the cherry burn all the way to the filter. He snubs the butt out on the concrete, holding his breath before he releases a long, slow exhale.
Pushing himself up out of the water, he pads over to her, holding out a hand to her. "You should go back to bed," he rests one fist on his hip, like he might admonish her. "It's long past your bed time, missy. And a Hollywood starlet needs her beauty rest. What will the tabloids thing if they see bags under your eyes?"
She rolls her eyes at the imitation of their father, shaking her head. Sadly, it probably is exactly what he would have said if he was here, but Allison stands with her word. She'll just continue to remind him until he believes it.
Taking his hand, she stands with a sigh. "Fine... We'll go get breakfast in a few hours. There's this little place down by the beach that I think you'll really like."
She kisses his cheek before hugging him, holding him tight for a moment before she steps back. "You staying out here?"
Klaus smiles, victorious, when she concedes and stands with him. Of all his siblings, he feels the most connected to Allison. Not only for the way she cares for him now, but how she's looked after him all of his life.
He leans into the hug, squeezing her tightly to his chest. He's no good at thank yous but the hug will have to suffice for now. He's sure he'll have to thank her for much more later.
"Nah. Maybe I'll actually try and sleep again." He feels tired, but he's always tired at this stage of the game. "Wait for my dreams to bring me my own fabulously gay version of Patrick to elope with." Pressing a kiss to her cheek he takes her hand and walks with her back toward the house.
God help them if Patrick ever overhead any of their conversations. Though, really, Klaus thinks, that could be hilarious good fun.
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It’s a relief, that he still wants her around, so she doesn’t mind going out with him while he smokes. She follows him through the sliding doors, to the patio leading to the garden. Judging by the ashtray that’s on a side table, near some bushes, Klaus will be able to see that Allison really has been using this corner of the garden for cigarette breaks. Patrick never minded it - until the little line appeared on the pregnancy test - and there aren’t any neighbors close enough to worry about, so he’ll be able to take advantage of this spot whenever he needs it.
She leads him towards the pool, though, where the lounging chairs are. If they’re going to be out here, she’d like to be comfortable. If there’s one thing she loves about California, it’s the weather and how comfortable it is even in the middle of the night, so being out here at this hour doesn’t even phase her. The garden and the pool are illuminated softly, casting a comfortable and welcoming glow in the yard, and she smiles over at Klaus as she settles on the chaise.
“I think I like it out here better than the kitchen, anyway.”
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Following behind her he chooses to sit at the edge of the pool instead of the outdoor furniture. He drops his feet into the water and lights up the cigarette. It's stale but the burn feels familiar in a way that draws out a pleasant groan. "God I needed this," he exhales in a cloud of smoke, pointedly opposite of where she sits. And he goes silent, enjoying the rush if nicotine, the sharp bite of the smoke, the draw on the filter. He moves his feet back and forth in the cold pool water, seeming for once to be at peace.
After he's demolished nearly half the cigarette he lets out a sigh, "I'm really going to give this the good old college try," he admits, shrugging a shoulder but not looking back at her. Instead he watches the way the water ripples around his calves.
"Not that I went to college but the sentiment's the same. Just less sorority and frat parties, the dreaded Freshman fifteen and god all the impossibly hot professors. I'll just ogle your husband instead." He looks back at her then, his expression warm. "You'll come home from a shoot and we'll have eloped into the sunset."
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That’s part of the reason why her house is up in a hill, away from traffic and without a lot of neighbors. The sound of the water is comforting. The fact that her brother is here, with her... It’s more than she could have ever let herself hope for.
By the time that Klaus speaks again, the nausea that had felt overwhelming when she had first woken up has subsided enough where she finally looks comfortable. Hell, she could probably stay here and watch the sunrise if she really wanted to. When Klaus speaks, though, her attention turns back to him and smiles, laughing when he says he and Patrick will end up eloping.
“Well, hey, as long as I get the house, have at it. I put too much work into it to let you two have it.” She tries to say it with a straight face, but the smile on her lips is hard to hide.
“I’m really proud of you, you know,” she adds, her voice warm. “What you’re doing isn’t easy, and you’re doing so good despite what you may think.”
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He chuckles to himself, bringing the cigarette up to his lips for a final drag, letting the cherry burn all the way to the filter. He snubs the butt out on the concrete, holding his breath before he releases a long, slow exhale.
Pushing himself up out of the water, he pads over to her, holding out a hand to her. "You should go back to bed," he rests one fist on his hip, like he might admonish her. "It's long past your bed time, missy. And a Hollywood starlet needs her beauty rest. What will the tabloids thing if they see bags under your eyes?"
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Taking his hand, she stands with a sigh. "Fine... We'll go get breakfast in a few hours. There's this little place down by the beach that I think you'll really like."
She kisses his cheek before hugging him, holding him tight for a moment before she steps back. "You staying out here?"
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He leans into the hug, squeezing her tightly to his chest. He's no good at thank yous but the hug will have to suffice for now. He's sure he'll have to thank her for much more later.
"Nah. Maybe I'll actually try and sleep again." He feels tired, but he's always tired at this stage of the game. "Wait for my dreams to bring me my own fabulously gay version of Patrick to elope with." Pressing a kiss to her cheek he takes her hand and walks with her back toward the house.
God help them if Patrick ever overhead any of their conversations. Though, really, Klaus thinks, that could be hilarious good fun.