Allison breathes out a small chuckle. “I think you’ve got the right idea, we definitely need these in California.”
If it’ll get him to go with her, she’ll fill the house with these beds and all the pillows he wants. The fact that he phrased the question with Can we take this to California with us is enough to make her heart soar, but she tries to not get her hopes up. One day at a time.
She leans her head against his when he rests against her shoulder, a small smile on her face. When he moves to settle down, she only lets go of his hand so she can reach for the duvet at the foot of the bed so she can cover their legs before she settles a little closer to him.
“Then let’s not move,” she suggests with a small smile as she takes his hand. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep, hm? The fun will come later, you’ll see. In the meantime we get to hang out in a fancy suite in the city. Together.” With her free hand, she reaches up to gently brush his hair back. “We’ll figure all this out, okay? I’m not going to leave you alone, Klaus. I promise.”
Her promise feels like it's spoken in another language, like it's something he can't quite translate, because he's never heard anything like it. The idea that he might not be alone when this day ends, that he might wake up to a familiar face and a familiar room? Foreign.
"You don't have to stay, you know," he says, words already turning into a sleepy slur. "If you're not tired."
He doesn't know what time it is, but when he closes his eyes all he can see is the sun in the car window, feel the hum of the road, the feeling of Allison's fingers in his hair. He dares to let himself think: he's home. There's always been an ease, a trust, between them that has managed to stay in tact somehow between her leaving and his staying.
"I won't sleep long," he says, eyes still closed, the words a mumble against her shoulders. "I wanna hear about everything. I've missed you."
"I know," she assures him quietly, continuing to run her fingers gently through his hair in hopes that he won't fight the sleep that is already starting to claim him. "I'm not moving, though. A nap sounds pretty good right about now."
It's not really a lie; between the adrenaline she had been buzzing on, the concern, and the rollercoaster of emotions that she has been on since he woke up, she really is tired. She also wants him to know, though, that she's really not planning on moving. He can rest his eyes, and she'll be here. No matter how long he sleeps for.
Turning slightly, just enough to kiss the top of his head, she smiles gently before she settles close to him, resting her head against his. "I've missed you, too. So much, Klaus." Her eyes sting with tears, but she closes them even if the small smile remains on her lips as she whispers, "I'll fill you in on everything, I promise."
They finally had all the time in the world, after all.
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If it’ll get him to go with her, she’ll fill the house with these beds and all the pillows he wants. The fact that he phrased the question with Can we take this to California with us is enough to make her heart soar, but she tries to not get her hopes up. One day at a time.
She leans her head against his when he rests against her shoulder, a small smile on her face. When he moves to settle down, she only lets go of his hand so she can reach for the duvet at the foot of the bed so she can cover their legs before she settles a little closer to him.
“Then let’s not move,” she suggests with a small smile as she takes his hand. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep, hm? The fun will come later, you’ll see. In the meantime we get to hang out in a fancy suite in the city. Together.” With her free hand, she reaches up to gently brush his hair back. “We’ll figure all this out, okay? I’m not going to leave you alone, Klaus. I promise.”
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"You don't have to stay, you know," he says, words already turning into a sleepy slur. "If you're not tired."
He doesn't know what time it is, but when he closes his eyes all he can see is the sun in the car window, feel the hum of the road, the feeling of Allison's fingers in his hair. He dares to let himself think: he's home. There's always been an ease, a trust, between them that has managed to stay in tact somehow between her leaving and his staying.
"I won't sleep long," he says, eyes still closed, the words a mumble against her shoulders. "I wanna hear about everything. I've missed you."
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It's not really a lie; between the adrenaline she had been buzzing on, the concern, and the rollercoaster of emotions that she has been on since he woke up, she really is tired. She also wants him to know, though, that she's really not planning on moving. He can rest his eyes, and she'll be here. No matter how long he sleeps for.
Turning slightly, just enough to kiss the top of his head, she smiles gently before she settles close to him, resting her head against his. "I've missed you, too. So much, Klaus." Her eyes sting with tears, but she closes them even if the small smile remains on her lips as she whispers, "I'll fill you in on everything, I promise."
They finally had all the time in the world, after all.