Klaus can practically see the blood himself as well. The whole car ride spent with ratcheted nerves only to find his sister bleeding out and dying. (Klaus had believed she was dead when he first saw her, and he can’t forgive the thought). He squeezes her tight against his chest, reaching to pet her hair, anything he can do to help sooth her back into some semblance of calm.

He kisses her temple and sighs.

“Why are you apologizing? Trust me, if you hasn’t woken me I was about thirty seconds from a snoring session that would wake the whole house. I could feel it. I could.”

Klaus lets his mouth run away with him in situations like this, knowing the humor provides a buffer for both parties to ease back into whatever feels normal.

“Keep breathing, you’re fine. You’re home. I’d claim I could scare away the big bads, but they don’t exactly fall under my purview most days. It really should be, however. I can never conjure anyone fun.”