Allison was a little nervous. She'd been devastated when her dad had disappeared from the hotel months ago, and was thrilled that he'd returned, of course, but a part of her still wondered just how excited to see her he'd be. She'd felt the same, each time one of her friends had left and returned. She knew that her dying and now being here was a shock, but so many of them had moved on with their lives - finishing high school, going to college and traveling - that she felt as though she was almost too much of a reminder of Beacon Hills and how bad things had sometimes been there.
Pushing all that aside, she left her room and headed for the lobby because if there was one thing Allison Argent wasn't, it was a coward.
When she reached it, the 19 year old stopped and just took a minute to just study her dad from behind. Tears were already threatening to spill, and she shoved them back for the moment, because she wanted her eyes to be clear when she saw him face-to-face for the first time in so long. Finally, she stepped forward and crossed over to the couch, then walked around it quietly before she spoke in a soft voice.