As much as a part of him regrets asking for details, for the most part he’s glad for it. It’s like he’s seeing missing pieces from the puzzle and, while it’s hard to know what’s going through Allison’s head right now especially since she can’t verbalize anything, this at least helps to put it together. He’ll never agree that Vanya had any right to hurt Allison the way she did, but maybe that’s just the bias in him.

Scrubbing a hand along his face, he sighs wearily before getting up for another refill of coffee and topping off Klaus’ mug as well. He needs to move, somehow staying still felt stifling for a moment.

“I’m really glad you guys came back as soon as you did.” Before anything else could happen. It could be argued that they could have probably waited a few days, considering Allison looked like she might faint by the time they landed as the last few days and almost dying caught up to her, but the selfish part of him is just glad they’re home now. Safe.

Or, well, as safe as they can be.

“If you need anything,” he says after a moment, leaning against the counter. “Anything at all. I hope you know I’m here. I’m not planning on going back to the office at least until...you know. She’s feeling somewhat better. So, really. Whatever you need.”