[Klaus is not what you'd call a 'classical music guy.' Sure he knows some of the major composers or whatever because they'd been stuffed into his head as a kid, but most of those names have been replaced since then by far more important things, or in some cases, just blank space. So he couldn't name the song that he's hearing if he tried, couldn't name the composer, and doesn't particularly care.
What he does know is that the particular piece someone's playing that echoes throughout the city, bouncing off all those cement walls, is really familiar. Couldn't name the composer, couldn't name the piece, but he knows where he knows it from. It's attached to one familiar name in his head.
Vanya.
So he's off before he's even really put any thought into it, still barreling ahead in his usual impulsive way. Out of the agriculture area and out over the breezeway and into the garden that lines the inside of each level, until he gets to the edge, squints until he figures out the general direction the music is coming from, and then trotting off in that direction.
It takes him about 15 minutes to find her, and when he does, he's panting, leaning over, hands on his knees. He doesn't look much different than she might remember - still wearing his leather pants, though with floral-print boots instead of bowling shoes, a blue net tank top under his usual army jacket. The major difference is that his hair is longer, curling around his ears and the back of his neck. The moment he catches his breath, he pads toward her, quiet until he speaks.]
[As Vanya plays, she goes into the short ritardando, but she does not return to a tempo as expected. Instead, a discordant series of notes shriek out of her instrument, and a large rush of wind pushes outward from her.
She opens her eyes, suddenly afraid again. Smaller than she was with her music to guard her. She lowers her bow, trying not to shudder.]
...Klaus?
[There's no mistaking him, really. He always was one of a kind. His hair looks longer, but otherwise...
She didn't expect any of her siblings to be here. Does he know what she did to Allison? She chokes back a gasp, averting her gaze from him.]
I-I'm sorry. I... did something. It was...
[She knew she'd have to tell her brothers at some point, but she never really did think of how to even say it. She was about to go back and do it when she ended up here, but still.]
[He'd noticed it, of course, the way dry leaves rattled in the wind around her feet while she played, the way the breeze was stronger here than anywhere else, in tune with her music. But when he says her name and her notes crack and shriek like a scream, and the wind rushes away from her, he can't help but flinch.
Klaus remembers being suspended on the other end of that beam of light, feeling the life sucking out of him. He remembers the moon cracking and part of it careening toward earth and the feeling of numb acceptance as he held Dave's dog tags and knew he was going to die.
And then there's silence and the wind is gone and Vanya looks tiny and fragile again, she looks at him and then looks away and says his name and starts to apologize.]
Hey, hey hey hey, Vanya, it's okay.
[His voice is pitched soft, as if he were talking to a frightened child, and he holds his hands out in front of him. He remembers seeing her locked up in that soundproofed cage, and how she'd cried and screamed that she was sorry - he couldn't hear her, but it was easy to read her lips. And he remembers Allison furiously holding up a notepad with 'my fault' scribbled on it and hitting Luther. His head tilts and he looks at her for a moment.
When everything is boiled down to instinct and emotion, the way it usually is for Klaus, he trusts his siblings. He trusts his sisters.]
It's okay, Vanya. I know. I know, I know I know, it was an accident.
Vanya's lips press together, trying to keep herself from making some kind of embarrassing noise. She said she'd never felt so well since she stopped taking her meds, but the other side of that is that she's also never felt so terrible. She hasn't been the type to just curl up and cry for such a long time, but now everything feels so much.
She nods shakily, yes, yes, it was an accident.
But when he asks to hug her, instead, she shuffles over to him, violin and bow still in hand, case forgotten in the tall grass, pressing the side of her face against his military jacket. She's too nervous to wrap her arms around him, but... it's close enough to initiating.
She holds back sobs as she leans into him, taking in how he smells. The sound of his heartbeat.]
[She's a mess, and it's obvious, and Klaus has never seen her like this, never seen her so emotional. It's the medication, he knows, but it still feels strange and foreign and heartbreaking. She nods yes when he says he knows it was an accident, and then she comes to him and presses her head against his chest and his arms come up immediately, wrapping around her.
Vanya is tiny, all narrow shoulders, and he can practically feel the fear and remorse rolling off her in shaky waves. She's trembling and her back is hitching, and he can tell she's trying not to cry. Just the same way that Ben used to try not to cry, and Klaus tried not to cry, and Diego got angry because he couldn't cry, and on and on until none of them could get any of this out.
Turning his head, he presses his cheek against his sister's hair, and rubs his hand in circles on her back.]
I know, Vanya, I know. But it's okay, Allison is gonna be okay, she's not mad at you. Luther is a prick, but he'll come around, and I know, I know, god, you must be so scared...
[The other shoe doesn't drop. Klaus wraps his arms around her, leans into her, and she takes another shuddering breath, wiping at her face clumsily around her bow.
When he mentions Allison, though, Vanya pulls back and away, shock and something almost like denial overpowering her need for comfort. Vanya is not important. It doesn't matter that she's scared. Allison is the most important one here. She's the one that got hurt.
There was so much blood.]
Allison's alive? She's... She has every right to be mad at me.
[As does Luther. Is Klaus just trying to make her feel better? No, surely if Allison really was angry or worse, Klaus would be quicker to shun Vanya.
She stares at his face, trying to find any indication of a lie there.]
[When Vanya pulls away from him, Klaus lets her go but keeps his hands on her waist so she can't run away. She looks up at him with that completely blown away expression on her face, and he looks back at her, keeping his expression serious so she knows he's not joking, or lying, or whatever else she might think.]
She's alive, yeah. We got there in time, and Diego donated blood for her, and she's okay.
[He takes a short breath, and lifts his hands from her waist to take hold of her arms gently, just above the elbows, squeezing affectionately.]
[Allison's alive. She was bad, and Vanya knew she was bad, Allison's white shirt stained dark red in less than a second, and Vanya had wanted to stay, but...
She's not sure she can blame running on Leonard. Not entirely. Maybe if he hadn't come home, maybe she would've called an ambulance or something. Or maybe the other siblings would come rushing in and her brothers would see the damning evidence of what she did.
Vanya, having shifted her bow and violin to one hand, clutches at the fabric of her sweatshirt with the other, unable to hide the fear in her face as Klaus asks what she remembers. Her guilty conscience tells her it's testimony he's looking for. An alibi, an excuse, a motive. Something that a person who could have killed their own sister would have.
The last thing she remembers is gutting her boyfriend and listening to what she thought was the last answering machine message she would ever hear from Allison, curling up in her apartment, and crying on the couch.]
I... It was an accident. I promise it was an accident. We were arguing, and I got mad, and I didn't mean to, it just happened.
[Almost immediately, Vanya is pulling away from him and babbling apologies again in that scared little voice that makes his heart hurt. Lifting both hands, he shakes his head at her, eyes on her face so she can hopefully see that he means what he's about to say.]
Vanya, hey hey hey, come on, Vanya. I know, I know it was an accident. I'm not gonna...
[He pauses, his cheeks puff up with air, and he lets it out in a little huff while he tries to think this through. His mind is going a million miles an hour, and all he wants is a hit of something to take the edge off so he can think, so he can figure out what to say to make everything okay without his heart slamming in his chest and his breath coming too fast. He holds his hands out to her, as if he's reaching for her for a hug or...something.]
Okay. Okay okay okay...look. I get it, you were scared and angry and you fucked up. I get that, believe me. I've fucked up a lot. I'm not...look, if you can work through this with any of us, it's gonna be me, because I get it. Just, let me think for a minute, I think I remember more than you...we can piece things together.
[Vanya hasn't realized it, but her shoulders, her arms have started to shake. Klaus is...
Klaus was one of the easier ones to talk to, once. As they grew older, as the worst kept happening, it just so happened that... they moved in different directions. Vanya isn't sure how or why, just that it did, and she didn't worry too much about it before.
But what she does know of him now, Vanya is pretty sure he's being sincere right now. He sometimes isn't. He mostly isn't. But he is right now.]
Okay. Okay, okay.
[She nods almost imperceptibly, more an extension of the shaking starting to spread than anything more obviously affirmative. The next words she says waver in her voice, her throat almost swallowing them back before they're out.]
[Vanya doesn't notice, but Klaus does, and he sways a little on his feet with his desire to step forward and give her a hug. But he doesn't, he just sways a little and keeps his hands extended, ready for when she might be ready to accept his touch again. Right now, he doesn't want to push her, because she's distraught and he doesn't want to die. And he also suspects that accidentally killing Klaus would probably not be the best thing for Vanya's fragile mental state right now.
When she finally says 'okay' over and over like that, he nods and offers her a tentative smile, exhales softly and takes one careful step toward her.]
That, uh...Leonard, right? I know about that one, we...me and Five and Diego, we went looking for you and we found him, but not you. Christ, we were so worried about you, Vee. Did he try to hurt you, is that what happened?
[When Klaus says his name, Vanya almost jolts, but she keeps herself from starting to cry again. It's an effort, but she manages to keep herself steady.
Big powerful girl, killing people. Isn't this what she always wanted?
Vanya's arms cross over her chest. Did he try to hurt her? She can barely remember how it happened. Maybe he did. But maybe not the way Klaus thinks.]
He knew. He knew the whole time, about me. He was... I don't know. I don't know who he is.
[Klaus can see the reaction Vanya has when he says Leonard's name and he feels a little spike of fear that Leonard...Harold Jenkins...had actually done something to hurt her. So he waits, stands still with his hands extended and looks at her with an expression on his face that's a mix of fear and empathy and worry.
And when Vanya crosses her arms over her chest, looking distressed and upset, Klaus feels another spike of worry - and he's slightly surprised to discover, a spike of protective anger. Then Vanya says that he knew the whole time about her, realizes she's talking about her abilities, that she doesn't know who he is, and Klaus closes his eyes, lifts his hand and rubs it over his face, sighing softly.]
His name is Harold Jenkins. I don't know why he would've done that to you, Vanya, but it sounds like he...manipulated you.
[He thinks about it for a moment - Vanya, vulnerable from feeling worthless her whole life (and he knows how that feels, he knows too well) and someone was there showing interest in her, but knowing all along...]
He deserved what he got.
[It comes out without him meaning to, and he lifts a hand to his mouth, shakes his head.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have said that Vanya, I just...that's fucked up.
[It does sound like manipulation, but Vanya doesn't really know why, either. As more and more of his true nature came to light, Vanya was just so... confused and scared. He was the only one she felt like she could trust until he wasn't, and she continued to anyway, because what else did she have?
Until she couldn't ignore it anymore. Until he became unforgivable. Until he became another monster under the bed.]
Allison told me that.
[Stupid, stupid, stupid. Allison told her all along.]
He had all of dad's old notes. From when we were kids. And he used them to...
[Vanya is starting to feel sick. This is too much, right now. Too much too soon.]
[Klaus can see that she's distressed, and he feels a stab of guilt, because he thinks it's about his anger. Trying to tamp it down, he takes a few breaths and nods.]
All of us should have listened to Allison. But that happens, we aren't exactly the most functional family...
[His voice takes on that ridiculous edge it gets sometimes, the affected tone when he's trying to make a joke of something, but that's wrong too, so he drops it, and sighs.]
None of us have ever been willing to listen to anyone, ever since we left. So don't beat yourself up over that.
[An exhalation, and he steps forward toward her again, smiles tentatively while his brain scrabbles around for a different topic.]
That's fine Vanya. We don't have to. Um...so guess what? I'm actually three months sober, except for a little bit of weed. Can you believe it?
[Klaus' joking tone is, weirdly, a comfort, in that darkly sarcastic sort of way that makes her emit a breathy scoff of a laugh.]
Sometimes I think Allison's the only one who figured it all out.
[She's got problems, of course, everyone does. Vanya being one of them. But she seems to know how she's dealing with them in a way Vanya maybe never will.
But yeah. That's enough of that. Especially as Klaus continues, changing the subject with a little smile. She doesn't smile back, but she bites at her lip, trying to awkwardly look like she wasn't just seconds from crying again.
And then she raises her eyebrows.]
Three months? You've been here that long?
[At least time travel isn't such an alien concept that she completely doesn't believe him, but she still has to think about it for a moment. But she knew for a fact when she first reunited with him a week ago that he wasn't sober, so...]
That's... That's really good, Klaus. Wait, how much is "a little bit" of weed?
Well, I'm pretty sure Allison's always been the smartest one of us, you know?
[Sure, she has her issues, and she behaved like a dumb kid past the time she could claim to still be a dumb kid, but didn't they all? And who could blame any of them, after the way they'd been raised? Most of them had turned out better than anyone could've expected, really. Except maybe Klaus himself.
Then Vanya is raising her eyebrows at him, and for the first time, one of his siblings looks surprised at a revelation like that because of the time difference and not because he said he was sober. It's stupid, but his eyes go glassy and he nods.]
Yeah. No, wait, no, I was in another place before this for a couple months, called Hadriel, and I've been here just under a month. And I was two days sober at home before I went to Hadriel. It's pretty close to three now.
[Of course, though, there it is. 'How much is a little bit of weed.' His gut drops, but he can't blame her, and so he laughs.]
In Hadriel, a few joints a week when I could get it. I've had two and a half since I got here. Can't give it all up at once or I'd probably just off myself.
[Well, there's no doubting that at least. Not in academics, of course, that would be Five even now (especially now), but... maybe after years of everything in her life being fake, Allison learned a thing or two about how to piece things together to find what's real.
Not like Vanya's spent hours ruminating on Allison and why she does what she does recently or anything.
This is the first she's hearing of a place called Hadriel, though. Klaus has been bouncing locations like this without any of them knowing? Vanya wonders if he missed Five's apocalypse deadline entirely.]
Do you think maybe... instead of the future, Five went somewhere like this?
[That's the first time that's popped into her mind, but. Five did admit he was a little messed up over the years he'd spent alone, or the travel itself, or whatever. He didn't talk to her about it a lot after that, but...]
I guess I've heard that, uh, [and now she feels awkward, because she doesn't have the ease of talking about this subject that Klaus does,] pot is a lot less addictive, too, so. That's good.
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What he does know is that the particular piece someone's playing that echoes throughout the city, bouncing off all those cement walls, is really familiar. Couldn't name the composer, couldn't name the piece, but he knows where he knows it from. It's attached to one familiar name in his head.
Vanya.
So he's off before he's even really put any thought into it, still barreling ahead in his usual impulsive way. Out of the agriculture area and out over the breezeway and into the garden that lines the inside of each level, until he gets to the edge, squints until he figures out the general direction the music is coming from, and then trotting off in that direction.
It takes him about 15 minutes to find her, and when he does, he's panting, leaning over, hands on his knees. He doesn't look much different than she might remember - still wearing his leather pants, though with floral-print boots instead of bowling shoes, a blue net tank top under his usual army jacket. The major difference is that his hair is longer, curling around his ears and the back of his neck. The moment he catches his breath, he pads toward her, quiet until he speaks.]
Vanya?
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She opens her eyes, suddenly afraid again. Smaller than she was with her music to guard her. She lowers her bow, trying not to shudder.]
...Klaus?
[There's no mistaking him, really. He always was one of a kind. His hair looks longer, but otherwise...
She didn't expect any of her siblings to be here. Does he know what she did to Allison? She chokes back a gasp, averting her gaze from him.]
I-I'm sorry. I... did something. It was...
[She knew she'd have to tell her brothers at some point, but she never really did think of how to even say it. She was about to go back and do it when she ended up here, but still.]
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Klaus remembers being suspended on the other end of that beam of light, feeling the life sucking out of him. He remembers the moon cracking and part of it careening toward earth and the feeling of numb acceptance as he held Dave's dog tags and knew he was going to die.
And then there's silence and the wind is gone and Vanya looks tiny and fragile again, she looks at him and then looks away and says his name and starts to apologize.]
Hey, hey hey hey, Vanya, it's okay.
[His voice is pitched soft, as if he were talking to a frightened child, and he holds his hands out in front of him. He remembers seeing her locked up in that soundproofed cage, and how she'd cried and screamed that she was sorry - he couldn't hear her, but it was easy to read her lips. And he remembers Allison furiously holding up a notepad with 'my fault' scribbled on it and hitting Luther. His head tilts and he looks at her for a moment.
When everything is boiled down to instinct and emotion, the way it usually is for Klaus, he trusts his siblings. He trusts his sisters.]
It's okay, Vanya. I know. I know, I know I know, it was an accident.
[He licks his lips, meets her eyes.]
Can I come over there and hug you?
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Vanya's lips press together, trying to keep herself from making some kind of embarrassing noise. She said she'd never felt so well since she stopped taking her meds, but the other side of that is that she's also never felt so terrible. She hasn't been the type to just curl up and cry for such a long time, but now everything feels so much.
She nods shakily, yes, yes, it was an accident.
But when he asks to hug her, instead, she shuffles over to him, violin and bow still in hand, case forgotten in the tall grass, pressing the side of her face against his military jacket. She's too nervous to wrap her arms around him, but... it's close enough to initiating.
She holds back sobs as she leans into him, taking in how he smells. The sound of his heartbeat.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
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Vanya is tiny, all narrow shoulders, and he can practically feel the fear and remorse rolling off her in shaky waves. She's trembling and her back is hitching, and he can tell she's trying not to cry. Just the same way that Ben used to try not to cry, and Klaus tried not to cry, and Diego got angry because he couldn't cry, and on and on until none of them could get any of this out.
Turning his head, he presses his cheek against his sister's hair, and rubs his hand in circles on her back.]
I know, Vanya, I know. But it's okay, Allison is gonna be okay, she's not mad at you. Luther is a prick, but he'll come around, and I know, I know, god, you must be so scared...
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When he mentions Allison, though, Vanya pulls back and away, shock and something almost like denial overpowering her need for comfort. Vanya is not important. It doesn't matter that she's scared. Allison is the most important one here. She's the one that got hurt.
There was so much blood.]
Allison's alive? She's... She has every right to be mad at me.
[As does Luther. Is Klaus just trying to make her feel better? No, surely if Allison really was angry or worse, Klaus would be quicker to shun Vanya.
She stares at his face, trying to find any indication of a lie there.]
I could have killed her.
[Like Leonard. Like those drunk men.]
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She's alive, yeah. We got there in time, and Diego donated blood for her, and she's okay.
[He takes a short breath, and lifts his hands from her waist to take hold of her arms gently, just above the elbows, squeezing affectionately.]
You didn't kill her, Vanya.
[A pause.]
What's the last thing you remember?
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She's not sure she can blame running on Leonard. Not entirely. Maybe if he hadn't come home, maybe she would've called an ambulance or something. Or maybe the other siblings would come rushing in and her brothers would see the damning evidence of what she did.
Vanya, having shifted her bow and violin to one hand, clutches at the fabric of her sweatshirt with the other, unable to hide the fear in her face as Klaus asks what she remembers. Her guilty conscience tells her it's testimony he's looking for. An alibi, an excuse, a motive. Something that a person who could have killed their own sister would have.
The last thing she remembers is gutting her boyfriend and listening to what she thought was the last answering machine message she would ever hear from Allison, curling up in her apartment, and crying on the couch.]
I... It was an accident. I promise it was an accident. We were arguing, and I got mad, and I didn't mean to, it just happened.
[She takes a step back, away from Klaus.]
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Vanya, hey hey hey, come on, Vanya. I know, I know it was an accident. I'm not gonna...
[He pauses, his cheeks puff up with air, and he lets it out in a little huff while he tries to think this through. His mind is going a million miles an hour, and all he wants is a hit of something to take the edge off so he can think, so he can figure out what to say to make everything okay without his heart slamming in his chest and his breath coming too fast. He holds his hands out to her, as if he's reaching for her for a hug or...something.]
Okay. Okay okay okay...look. I get it, you were scared and angry and you fucked up. I get that, believe me. I've fucked up a lot. I'm not...look, if you can work through this with any of us, it's gonna be me, because I get it. Just, let me think for a minute, I think I remember more than you...we can piece things together.
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Klaus was one of the easier ones to talk to, once. As they grew older, as the worst kept happening, it just so happened that... they moved in different directions. Vanya isn't sure how or why, just that it did, and she didn't worry too much about it before.
But what she does know of him now, Vanya is pretty sure he's being sincere right now. He sometimes isn't. He mostly isn't. But he is right now.]
Okay. Okay, okay.
[She nods almost imperceptibly, more an extension of the shaking starting to spread than anything more obviously affirmative. The next words she says waver in her voice, her throat almost swallowing them back before they're out.]
I killed s... Other people. I killed them.
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When she finally says 'okay' over and over like that, he nods and offers her a tentative smile, exhales softly and takes one careful step toward her.]
That, uh...Leonard, right? I know about that one, we...me and Five and Diego, we went looking for you and we found him, but not you. Christ, we were so worried about you, Vee. Did he try to hurt you, is that what happened?
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Big powerful girl, killing people. Isn't this what she always wanted?
Vanya's arms cross over her chest. Did he try to hurt her? She can barely remember how it happened. Maybe he did. But maybe not the way Klaus thinks.]
He knew. He knew the whole time, about me. He was... I don't know. I don't know who he is.
["Was," she doesn't correct herself.]
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And when Vanya crosses her arms over her chest, looking distressed and upset, Klaus feels another spike of worry - and he's slightly surprised to discover, a spike of protective anger. Then Vanya says that he knew the whole time about her, realizes she's talking about her abilities, that she doesn't know who he is, and Klaus closes his eyes, lifts his hand and rubs it over his face, sighing softly.]
His name is Harold Jenkins. I don't know why he would've done that to you, Vanya, but it sounds like he...manipulated you.
[He thinks about it for a moment - Vanya, vulnerable from feeling worthless her whole life (and he knows how that feels, he knows too well) and someone was there showing interest in her, but knowing all along...]
He deserved what he got.
[It comes out without him meaning to, and he lifts a hand to his mouth, shakes his head.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have said that Vanya, I just...that's fucked up.
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Until she couldn't ignore it anymore. Until he became unforgivable. Until he became another monster under the bed.]
Allison told me that.
[Stupid, stupid, stupid. Allison told her all along.]
He had all of dad's old notes. From when we were kids. And he used them to...
[Vanya is starting to feel sick. This is too much, right now. Too much too soon.]
...I don't want to talk about him anymore.
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All of us should have listened to Allison. But that happens, we aren't exactly the most functional family...
[His voice takes on that ridiculous edge it gets sometimes, the affected tone when he's trying to make a joke of something, but that's wrong too, so he drops it, and sighs.]
None of us have ever been willing to listen to anyone, ever since we left. So don't beat yourself up over that.
[An exhalation, and he steps forward toward her again, smiles tentatively while his brain scrabbles around for a different topic.]
That's fine Vanya. We don't have to. Um...so guess what? I'm actually three months sober, except for a little bit of weed. Can you believe it?
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Sometimes I think Allison's the only one who figured it all out.
[She's got problems, of course, everyone does. Vanya being one of them. But she seems to know how she's dealing with them in a way Vanya maybe never will.
But yeah. That's enough of that. Especially as Klaus continues, changing the subject with a little smile. She doesn't smile back, but she bites at her lip, trying to awkwardly look like she wasn't just seconds from crying again.
And then she raises her eyebrows.]
Three months? You've been here that long?
[At least time travel isn't such an alien concept that she completely doesn't believe him, but she still has to think about it for a moment. But she knew for a fact when she first reunited with him a week ago that he wasn't sober, so...]
That's... That's really good, Klaus. Wait, how much is "a little bit" of weed?
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[Sure, she has her issues, and she behaved like a dumb kid past the time she could claim to still be a dumb kid, but didn't they all? And who could blame any of them, after the way they'd been raised? Most of them had turned out better than anyone could've expected, really. Except maybe Klaus himself.
Then Vanya is raising her eyebrows at him, and for the first time, one of his siblings looks surprised at a revelation like that because of the time difference and not because he said he was sober. It's stupid, but his eyes go glassy and he nods.]
Yeah. No, wait, no, I was in another place before this for a couple months, called Hadriel, and I've been here just under a month. And I was two days sober at home before I went to Hadriel. It's pretty close to three now.
[Of course, though, there it is. 'How much is a little bit of weed.' His gut drops, but he can't blame her, and so he laughs.]
In Hadriel, a few joints a week when I could get it. I've had two and a half since I got here. Can't give it all up at once or I'd probably just off myself.
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Not like Vanya's spent hours ruminating on Allison and why she does what she does recently or anything.
This is the first she's hearing of a place called Hadriel, though. Klaus has been bouncing locations like this without any of them knowing? Vanya wonders if he missed Five's apocalypse deadline entirely.]
Do you think maybe... instead of the future, Five went somewhere like this?
[That's the first time that's popped into her mind, but. Five did admit he was a little messed up over the years he'd spent alone, or the travel itself, or whatever. He didn't talk to her about it a lot after that, but...]
I guess I've heard that, uh, [and now she feels awkward, because she doesn't have the ease of talking about this subject that Klaus does,] pot is a lot less addictive, too, so. That's good.
Can I ask what made you want to stop?