Allison huffs out a breath when he flops on her, but by the small shake of her shoulders he may be able to tell that it’s intended to be a laugh. This is the first time she has done that since that fateful night at the cabin, and even if it feels pathetic and wrong considering there’s no sound even if her body still goes through the motions, there’s a very small part that feels almost relieved. As if that breath had been trapped in, suffocating her.
The pseudo laugh comes again when Klaus talks about Claire’s drawings, and she shakes her head at him. Her smile becomes a little tight despite herself, though, unable to hide it; not because of what he said, but at the idea of spending a whole afternoon together with the whole family. Which is horrible, and she knows that. She should be happy, thrilled at having a chance to be with them after almost dying, and while she does feel relieved at that she also knows it won’t be easy. She won’t be able to properly communicate with them, she won’t be able to laugh or talk. She won’t be able to tease Patrick or Klaus, or whisper with Claire before they disappear to the kitchen for a snack. She knows she’ll be able write whatever she has to say, that there are alternatives, but she feels so cut out from how life used to be that it feels like her heart gets wrung tight inside of her. The ache of it is so strong that unconsciously she rubs at her chest bone as if that will help at all.
Sleep, she ‘says’ to Klaus before he can call her out in it, bringing the covers tighter around him from her spot on the bed. As if motioning for him to get some rest, especially since she had woken him up.
Klaus lets out a sigh, but he can't help the tiniest feeling of victory when he sees her shoulders shaking in a laugh. He knew that there was something of the Allison from before in there, it was just going to take some time.
He does see something change in her face, however, but she seems to deflect it as quickly as he thinks to bring it up. Instead, he relents, snuggling back into the covers, giving her hand a little tug.
"If I'm here sleeping, we're both sleeping, sister," he teases, and if she'll let him? He'll tug her in against his chest. He likes to think the nightmares won't think to emerge if a living nightmare's sitting there waiting for them, after all.
Allison doesn’t fight him; when he tugs her towards him, she’s already moving to rest against him. She still doesn’t feel ready to get up just yet, so she’s thankful for that, but it also helps to have Klaus here. His presence is as comforting to her as it’s always been, and it feels almost as if some things hadn’t changed which helps to appease some of the turbulence in her head.
Since they’re so close, she taps her fingertips against his chest, right where his heart is, three times gently, slowly. As if each one carries a different word, to say what she wants to tell him right now, but can’t.
I love you.
It doesn’t feel like enough, not with everything he has done for her and continues to do for her even if he may not realize it. And he may not even get it, but she feels compelled to ‘say it’ in whatever way she can.
Klaus can't help but look down as she taps his chest, watching the rise and fall of her finger in triplet. He doesn't have to hear her voice to know what the touch means and in response, he presses three little kisses to her forehead before he turns his head to press his cheek against her hair.
"We'll find our way out of this mess," he says on a sigh, rubbing her back in slow, broad circles. "You've got me, after all. And I learned from the best."
Where would he be without her? Where would his life have gone had she not picked up the pieces of him in the hospital room and dragged him around until he was whole again? There will never be enough words in the world to thank Allison Hargreeves. Never.
"But until then, you should rest. Beauty sleep for Hollywood's most prized jewel is of utmost importance. I can make a lot of things go in style, darling, but bags is not one of them."
The tension in her shoulders seem to ease up at least enough for her to relax against Klaus when she realizes that he did understand her message. As much as she had been telling herself that it didn’t matter if he didn’t get it, now that she knows he did, she realizes that hadn’t quite been the case. Feeling like she’s cut out from her family in any way has been feeling like it’s suffocating her, as if everything she wants to say just keeps piling in her throat and not letting her breathe, but this helps her not feel so stuck.
Although she doesn’t look up at him to show him how thankful she is for him, she’s pressed against him enough for him to feel the way her lips curve into a small smile as she nods slightly. A few tears sneak past her, rolling down her cheeks, but for the first time in days it’s not out of outright hopelessness anymore.
Nestling close fo him, she closes her eyes, her body slowly relaxing. The mental toll is exhausting and, while she wants to ignore it, it’s what’s making it easy to listen to him as he encourages her to rest. With him here, she’s letting his presence quiet down the nagging memories and thoughts in her head. She knows it’s likely that it won’t last long, but for now... For now, this is all she needs, and within minutes she’s already drifting off to sleep.
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The pseudo laugh comes again when Klaus talks about Claire’s drawings, and she shakes her head at him. Her smile becomes a little tight despite herself, though, unable to hide it; not because of what he said, but at the idea of spending a whole afternoon together with the whole family. Which is horrible, and she knows that. She should be happy, thrilled at having a chance to be with them after almost dying, and while she does feel relieved at that she also knows it won’t be easy. She won’t be able to properly communicate with them, she won’t be able to laugh or talk. She won’t be able to tease Patrick or Klaus, or whisper with Claire before they disappear to the kitchen for a snack. She knows she’ll be able write whatever she has to say, that there are alternatives, but she feels so cut out from how life used to be that it feels like her heart gets wrung tight inside of her. The ache of it is so strong that unconsciously she rubs at her chest bone as if that will help at all.
Sleep, she ‘says’ to Klaus before he can call her out in it, bringing the covers tighter around him from her spot on the bed. As if motioning for him to get some rest, especially since she had woken him up.
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He does see something change in her face, however, but she seems to deflect it as quickly as he thinks to bring it up. Instead, he relents, snuggling back into the covers, giving her hand a little tug.
"If I'm here sleeping, we're both sleeping, sister," he teases, and if she'll let him? He'll tug her in against his chest. He likes to think the nightmares won't think to emerge if a living nightmare's sitting there waiting for them, after all.
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Since they’re so close, she taps her fingertips against his chest, right where his heart is, three times gently, slowly. As if each one carries a different word, to say what she wants to tell him right now, but can’t.
I love you.
It doesn’t feel like enough, not with everything he has done for her and continues to do for her even if he may not realize it. And he may not even get it, but she feels compelled to ‘say it’ in whatever way she can.
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"We'll find our way out of this mess," he says on a sigh, rubbing her back in slow, broad circles. "You've got me, after all. And I learned from the best."
Where would he be without her? Where would his life have gone had she not picked up the pieces of him in the hospital room and dragged him around until he was whole again? There will never be enough words in the world to thank Allison Hargreeves. Never.
"But until then, you should rest. Beauty sleep for Hollywood's most prized jewel is of utmost importance. I can make a lot of things go in style, darling, but bags is not one of them."
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Although she doesn’t look up at him to show him how thankful she is for him, she’s pressed against him enough for him to feel the way her lips curve into a small smile as she nods slightly. A few tears sneak past her, rolling down her cheeks, but for the first time in days it’s not out of outright hopelessness anymore.
Nestling close fo him, she closes her eyes, her body slowly relaxing. The mental toll is exhausting and, while she wants to ignore it, it’s what’s making it easy to listen to him as he encourages her to rest. With him here, she’s letting his presence quiet down the nagging memories and thoughts in her head. She knows it’s likely that it won’t last long, but for now... For now, this is all she needs, and within minutes she’s already drifting off to sleep.