Now he'll have to explain himself. He can hear it in the tone of her voice ad he knows he's misstepped. He should have just crept off when everyone thought he was resting. But he knows better than that; he knows that he can't break Allison's trust, but he knows what he needs right now, above anything else.

"Yeah. A drink. An alcoholic beverage. An adult elixir, if you will."

He pushes himself to his feet, looking like his limbs are made from lead, like his body can't fathom the walk down to the sitting room.

"Just one. Something strong. Then I'll get up, go help everyone save Vanya from her bad decisions and stop the apocalypse."

Klaus moves toward the door, scrubbing his hands over his face as he pauses in the doorway. He knows he shouldn't go for a drink, he knows that this might be one step too far, but he drank back in Vietnam, when he missed his family and showed up in a camp battered and bruised.

"Just one. Every time I close my eyes I see it."