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“Ugh, fucking Patrick,” Allison said, hanging up the phone.
“What?” Five asked, looking up from his newspaper.
“Oh, turns out he’s trying to file a restraining order against me, saying it's for Claire’s safety . It’s bullshit! I swear, with that man it feels like he’d rather make both him and Claire miserable rather than let me be happy for one second.”
Five shook his head and sighed.
“It’s just like the fable of the scorpion and the frog.”
“The frog’s a bitch, scorpion’s a terrorist, Patrick’s both, I get it,” Allison finished.
Five froze.
“Wait what?”
Allison looked at him.
“I- you- why- what- no ?”
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Am I- no! What- what are you even talking about?”
“What do you mean ‘what am I talking about?’, it’s the scorpion and the-” she paused, realization crossing her face. “Oh.”
“What?” Five asked, before coming to the same conclusion as his sister. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Klaus.”