As he leans against her, Allison just holds him close, not saying anything. Even when he mentions the breathalyzer, she doesn’t say anything but just tightens her hold on him. She has never used one on him, even during the worst of his withdrawals, and she isn’t planning on using one now, even if she knows her other brothers would probably take him up on his suggestion if they would have heard him. Especially if they would have seen him upstairs, telling her about needing a drink before they could continue their attempt to stop the apocalypse.

For a moment Allison half expects Diego or Luther to storm in, or even Five just to tell them that they don’t have time for this, but the room remains silent and she just lets her focus turn back to Klaus.

“It’s okay,” she reassures him, her head leaning against his when he hugs her back. “You know I’ve never minded.” She stays still for a moment, just holding him as her heart eases back to a relatively normal rhythm, before she speaks again.

“Did you get cut anywhere?” She didn’t see any blood, but at the same time she had been too busy just trying to get to his side to even properly assess for any injuries.