It's late, when Five returns to the Academy from one of his various missions to try and thwart the end of the world. Most sane and logical people would be sleeping at this time of night, but none of the Hargreeves children happen to fall under the category of "sane" or "logical," even if Allison tries to get close every now and again.
Right now, however, she's not. Sleep is eluding her as she turns over the twists and turns of Vanya's new beau in her mind, trying to figure out what her instincts are trying to tell her about the man and what exactly he's looking for from her sister.
(Because as much as they try to deny it, everyone's looking for something.)
She doesn't hear the door, but she does hear the signature thwump that signals Five appearing out of nowhere - over a decade apart and that sound never fails to make her tense like she might get caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar, before she glances back over her shoulder to the man in question.
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Right now, however, she's not. Sleep is eluding her as she turns over the twists and turns of Vanya's new beau in her mind, trying to figure out what her instincts are trying to tell her about the man and what exactly he's looking for from her sister.
(Because as much as they try to deny it, everyone's looking for something.)
She doesn't hear the door, but she does hear the signature thwump that signals Five appearing out of nowhere - over a decade apart and that sound never fails to make her tense like she might get caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar, before she glances back over her shoulder to the man in question.
"Can't sleep either?"