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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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.