The way her smile fades doesn't go unnoticed, but it doesn't need explanation, either. Klaus lived through the sixties, too. He saw her in the last week or so leading up to the apocalypse, after all, and he'd met Ray. He saw the life she left behind, saw the battles they all faced together there at the end. His heart aches in his chest for her, and his only response to the lapse in her expression is a soft kiss pressed to her temple. They have time to talk about all of that later.
"I'm glad you're back. I don't like being in charge of things, Allison," he all but whines, tilting his head to rest against hers. "There's a dog watch rotation going on for the boys, because god knows I'd kill them by accident so when you want them back you'll have to pray to the ether to figure out who has them. We've done two searches for the missing locals, I covered Derek for a few training shifts at the gym, and I ate my body weight in food to drown my sorrows. Though I assure you, alcohol would heave been cheaper and kinder to my waistline, thank you very much."
He draws back finally and looks her over. "And you show up prettier than me. Between you and Ben, I'm not sure who I'm going to have to kill first. Jesus, we all really did get sexier."
Rolling his eyes he reaches for her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Oh, shit. I have something for you." He's reluctant to let go of her hand, though, and it shows in the way he shuffles back toward his door once then looks back at her. Maybe this is some hazy fever dream, brought on by fear and stress, and she's not really there, standing across from him.
But he releases her hand, disappearing into his apartment for a few seconds. There's some noise within, like he's woken one of the men in the apartment, before he comes back out, two dolls cradled against his chest. "I saved these. I... well, I didn't know if you were coming back so I took ownership of them both. You'll have to pay a large finders fee to have them returned, but I'll give them to you on loan. There's a very perfect little girl these belong to, so don't scuff them up."
And with that, he offers out the two little dolls, as pristine as the day she left.
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"I'm glad you're back. I don't like being in charge of things, Allison," he all but whines, tilting his head to rest against hers. "There's a dog watch rotation going on for the boys, because god knows I'd kill them by accident so when you want them back you'll have to pray to the ether to figure out who has them. We've done two searches for the missing locals, I covered Derek for a few training shifts at the gym, and I ate my body weight in food to drown my sorrows. Though I assure you, alcohol would heave been cheaper and kinder to my waistline, thank you very much."
He draws back finally and looks her over. "And you show up prettier than me. Between you and Ben, I'm not sure who I'm going to have to kill first. Jesus, we all really did get sexier."
Rolling his eyes he reaches for her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Oh, shit. I have something for you." He's reluctant to let go of her hand, though, and it shows in the way he shuffles back toward his door once then looks back at her. Maybe this is some hazy fever dream, brought on by fear and stress, and she's not really there, standing across from him.
But he releases her hand, disappearing into his apartment for a few seconds. There's some noise within, like he's woken one of the men in the apartment, before he comes back out, two dolls cradled against his chest. "I saved these. I... well, I didn't know if you were coming back so I took ownership of them both. You'll have to pay a large finders fee to have them returned, but I'll give them to you on loan. There's a very perfect little girl these belong to, so don't scuff them up."
And with that, he offers out the two little dolls, as pristine as the day she left.