"Oh good, because I did need that reminder." She smiles as she says it, the fondness and the love she feels for her brother audible in her voice. Without even noticing, she holds onto the phone a little tighter, as if that will bring Klaus closer to her. As if somehow they're not across the country from each other, after being each other's safety in so many ways for so damn long.
God, she misses him so much. She is aware of that piece of herself that she knows it's missing, no matter how much she has been trying to get lost in the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. It's never really satisfying, never truly good enough. One day she'll realize it's because she's not really herself, not really, and that she misses her family more than she'll ever be ready to admit. But, god, in this moment...if she could somehow show up there and hug him, she would. She also probably wouldn't let go without at least attempting to drag him with her back to Los Angeles. She still regrets not insisting more, she hates that she gave up so easily. Some days she even hates not Rumoring him to come with her. But...she had respected his choice, even if it makes her miss him every damn day.
The sounds of the coins make her frown again, but Klaus is quick to say he was just out and about and decided to call her. Which is believable enough, even when she was there Klaus knew well enough how to sneak out to 'find' what he needed to get, so...maybe he's on one of those outings. The concern for him doesn't disappear at that, though, because Allison will never stop worrying about him. Not really. Not when she will be forever afraid of the phone call being someone else, giving her news that she's not ready to hear.
"No, no you didn't wake me. I was just reading something, nothing important."
It really isn't. It doesn't hold a candle to this, and she'll be quick to tell him as much if she needs to.
"I'm good. I'm finally working in what I want to do, and it's been good. Not what I expected," she admits with a huff of a laugh, one that is a little more wry than humorous. "But things are looking up. I have a place you can crash whenever you're finally ready to take me up on my offer." She says it teasingly, gently because she doesn't want to come across as pushy. But...well. She can't help it. "I miss you, Klaus."
Klaus stays quiet for the first time in a long time, listening as she tells him about her life there in California. The huff of a laugh in her voice, no matter how wry, fills his chest with warmth. She sounds good, she sounds vibrant and alive, and if he could have wished anything for his sister, it would be that.
"I miss you, too, Al," he breathes out in a chuckle and he sinks back against the wall of the phone booth, tipping his head back so it rests against the glass. "New York's just not the same without you, but that's no surprise. Can't take the star of the city away and expect it to be just as bright."
He smiles to himself, looking down as he toes at the duffle bag, trying to muster the courage to tell her exactly what's going on. "Oh you bet your bottom dollar I'll come visit, you know. But are you sure Los Angeles is ready for two Hargreeves? It looks like they're already over the moon with the presence of one."
Klaus knows that he'll never make it out there, and he's sure that she knows that, but the bus ticket alone is too expensive. But it's a nice dream, to think he could cart himself off and see her whenever he wished. "I'll wait for you to get settled first. I would hate to interrupt your perfect Hollywood life." There's a grin in his voice, and were she beside him now, he might even waggle his eyebrows.
But that's the thing, isn't it? Moving out there means putting himself into her life, means interrupting the career path she has delicately crafted for herself. He doesn't fit there, doesn't belong in that life. It's with a sinking realization that he knows he belongs where he is now, in this cold, smelly phone booth. What if he had been able to harness his abilities, to overcome the sickening fear that lurks at the edges of his existence? Would he have been able to go with her then? Forge his way and not trip her up along the path?
"I don't have a lot of time," he says finally, voice breaking a little. "Just nipping out to the bar. Thought I'd grab a drink or two, chat up the locals, bat my eyelashes at a pretty little thing." And that's what he's going to have to do, he knows. Bat his eyes and put the moves on someone who might be willing to drag him into their bed for the night. Anything, really, to get out of the cold. And if it ends up being fun, then even better. "But I wanted to hear your voice. It's a good voice, by the way."
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God, she misses him so much. She is aware of that piece of herself that she knows it's missing, no matter how much she has been trying to get lost in the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. It's never really satisfying, never truly good enough. One day she'll realize it's because she's not really herself, not really, and that she misses her family more than she'll ever be ready to admit. But, god, in this moment...if she could somehow show up there and hug him, she would. She also probably wouldn't let go without at least attempting to drag him with her back to Los Angeles. She still regrets not insisting more, she hates that she gave up so easily. Some days she even hates not Rumoring him to come with her. But...she had respected his choice, even if it makes her miss him every damn day.
The sounds of the coins make her frown again, but Klaus is quick to say he was just out and about and decided to call her. Which is believable enough, even when she was there Klaus knew well enough how to sneak out to 'find' what he needed to get, so...maybe he's on one of those outings. The concern for him doesn't disappear at that, though, because Allison will never stop worrying about him. Not really. Not when she will be forever afraid of the phone call being someone else, giving her news that she's not ready to hear.
"No, no you didn't wake me. I was just reading something, nothing important."
It really isn't. It doesn't hold a candle to this, and she'll be quick to tell him as much if she needs to.
"I'm good. I'm finally working in what I want to do, and it's been good. Not what I expected," she admits with a huff of a laugh, one that is a little more wry than humorous. "But things are looking up. I have a place you can crash whenever you're finally ready to take me up on my offer." She says it teasingly, gently because she doesn't want to come across as pushy. But...well. She can't help it. "I miss you, Klaus."
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"I miss you, too, Al," he breathes out in a chuckle and he sinks back against the wall of the phone booth, tipping his head back so it rests against the glass. "New York's just not the same without you, but that's no surprise. Can't take the star of the city away and expect it to be just as bright."
He smiles to himself, looking down as he toes at the duffle bag, trying to muster the courage to tell her exactly what's going on. "Oh you bet your bottom dollar I'll come visit, you know. But are you sure Los Angeles is ready for two Hargreeves? It looks like they're already over the moon with the presence of one."
Klaus knows that he'll never make it out there, and he's sure that she knows that, but the bus ticket alone is too expensive. But it's a nice dream, to think he could cart himself off and see her whenever he wished. "I'll wait for you to get settled first. I would hate to interrupt your perfect Hollywood life." There's a grin in his voice, and were she beside him now, he might even waggle his eyebrows.
But that's the thing, isn't it? Moving out there means putting himself into her life, means interrupting the career path she has delicately crafted for herself. He doesn't fit there, doesn't belong in that life. It's with a sinking realization that he knows he belongs where he is now, in this cold, smelly phone booth. What if he had been able to harness his abilities, to overcome the sickening fear that lurks at the edges of his existence? Would he have been able to go with her then? Forge his way and not trip her up along the path?
"I don't have a lot of time," he says finally, voice breaking a little. "Just nipping out to the bar. Thought I'd grab a drink or two, chat up the locals, bat my eyelashes at a pretty little thing." And that's what he's going to have to do, he knows. Bat his eyes and put the moves on someone who might be willing to drag him into their bed for the night. Anything, really, to get out of the cold. And if it ends up being fun, then even better. "But I wanted to hear your voice. It's a good voice, by the way."