"Oh, please, he looks at everyone like that. He has those real puppy dog eyes, you know. Just wanna pinch his little cheeks, pat his head, and tell him he's a good boy. He bites, though, watch out. And he's very stubborn, but at least he's housebroken, so I guess I'll keep him for a while."
Klaus rolls his eyes at the thought and sighs, wiggling to find a more comfortable position on the couch, and he all but tugs her into him, cradling her against his chest like he does occasionally during their movie and TV nights.
"The not remembering it is the weird bit. Showing up and everything comes back like a neat little present waiting to be unwrapped was more disorienting than the time travel." Showing up with memories that span nearly four years, only to remember what he'd been doing two days before in Eglaf? Strange, startling shit. "Almost worst than a bad trip, trust me."
But she mentions that she's reeling and he sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah. I guess I dodged the bullet on that one, but what a real shit show." Who knows if they can fix what they broke back home, but he hopes that the portals here might offer some kind of alternative solution. If the portals will let them travel to any universe, any time, anywhere? Then there's the option of getting Claire, of bringing Allison exactly what she needs right here and now.
"I'm glad you're back. I'm sorry, too, for everything. But at least here, I've got your back. Though I think sixties me would also have your back, he might just fall over a few times in the process, and his hair is not nearly so good as mine. Oh, and your hair. This sassy new look. And while you do the sixties some serious justice with that dramatic jacket, Al, I think you and I need to go on a very modern shopping spree. What say you? Shopping, coffee, the gym. Assuming that devilish boy of mine doesn't already have something planned. Did I tell you he's sneaky too? Little shit."
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Klaus rolls his eyes at the thought and sighs, wiggling to find a more comfortable position on the couch, and he all but tugs her into him, cradling her against his chest like he does occasionally during their movie and TV nights.
"The not remembering it is the weird bit. Showing up and everything comes back like a neat little present waiting to be unwrapped was more disorienting than the time travel." Showing up with memories that span nearly four years, only to remember what he'd been doing two days before in Eglaf? Strange, startling shit. "Almost worst than a bad trip, trust me."
But she mentions that she's reeling and he sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah. I guess I dodged the bullet on that one, but what a real shit show." Who knows if they can fix what they broke back home, but he hopes that the portals here might offer some kind of alternative solution. If the portals will let them travel to any universe, any time, anywhere? Then there's the option of getting Claire, of bringing Allison exactly what she needs right here and now.
"I'm glad you're back. I'm sorry, too, for everything. But at least here, I've got your back. Though I think sixties me would also have your back, he might just fall over a few times in the process, and his hair is not nearly so good as mine. Oh, and your hair. This sassy new look. And while you do the sixties some serious justice with that dramatic jacket, Al, I think you and I need to go on a very modern shopping spree. What say you? Shopping, coffee, the gym. Assuming that devilish boy of mine doesn't already have something planned. Did I tell you he's sneaky too? Little shit."