He listens to the ranting of his brother, and it's ridiculous that it's more of a relief than the quiet, mostly-silent end he thinks Klaus had been trying to make of the whole conversation moments ago. At least there's feeling in it, a life that is so much better than the nothing of minutes before.
"What shit is that, exactly, Klaus? The OD that happened when you were supposed to be starting this sobriety thing of yours? The fact that you keep half-committing to that, in general? Or is it practically killing yourself repeatedly on a train for a ghost you know isn't the real one? Taking an anonymously handed over power enhancer, nearly killing yourself again to recreate the same thing-- a fake version of a ghost you can't really have or keep?" His next words are strained, his voice thick with emotion, "You're not the only one that's lost someone! I lost two of the most important people in my life, in the same week. Allison lost her daughter-- Do you see us going on suicide missions?"
He shakes his head at the remark about Allison, "No. No way, she wouldn't say that. She's the biggest proponent of the open door policy for the house. She mentions it like-- all the time. She'd never tell any of us we shouldn't live here." He can't make that make sense in his head, not really, not with everything that he's heard from her himself. "And I can't help you for not feeling right here-- I don't know what to tell you. You wanna be a nomad and surf couches forever-- go for it, literally nobody is stopping you."
His eyes snap to the cracking porcelain, but only briefly before he focuses on Klaus again. "I'm never going to coddle you, Klaus. I'm not. That's just not who I am. So, if you want me to leave you alone about it all, just say so." There's a heavy feeling to those last words that hangs on whatever Four's choice may end up being.
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"What shit is that, exactly, Klaus? The OD that happened when you were supposed to be starting this sobriety thing of yours? The fact that you keep half-committing to that, in general? Or is it practically killing yourself repeatedly on a train for a ghost you know isn't the real one? Taking an anonymously handed over power enhancer, nearly killing yourself again to recreate the same thing-- a fake version of a ghost you can't really have or keep?" His next words are strained, his voice thick with emotion, "You're not the only one that's lost someone! I lost two of the most important people in my life, in the same week. Allison lost her daughter-- Do you see us going on suicide missions?"
He shakes his head at the remark about Allison, "No. No way, she wouldn't say that. She's the biggest proponent of the open door policy for the house. She mentions it like-- all the time. She'd never tell any of us we shouldn't live here." He can't make that make sense in his head, not really, not with everything that he's heard from her himself. "And I can't help you for not feeling right here-- I don't know what to tell you. You wanna be a nomad and surf couches forever-- go for it, literally nobody is stopping you."
His eyes snap to the cracking porcelain, but only briefly before he focuses on Klaus again. "I'm never going to coddle you, Klaus. I'm not. That's just not who I am. So, if you want me to leave you alone about it all, just say so." There's a heavy feeling to those last words that hangs on whatever Four's choice may end up being.