Allison wants to argue with him, try to convince him to at least lay down, but considering what he lived through she reminds herself that he should choose what he wants to do. As long as he’s not barreling out the door, she supposes it’s not a bad thing if he wants to just go downstairs.

But then he says wanting to have a drink, and Allison’s hand freezes on his back. Considering she has only seen Klaus sober for the last seven years, this is definitely not something she had been expecting.

“A drink?”

She hates how stupid she sounds, but she’s trying to make sure she heard him right.