The thing is it's always been Klaus and Allison. They were the charming ones as kids, the faces of the academy, the pretty girl and the funny boy, both dripping Charisma. They were the popular ones, and the ones expected to pick up the academy's image when it fell, and the ones whose letters said things that the fire read before Reginald did. They were the first to get tattoed because their inherent (vacuous, terrifying) yearning for other people lead them to rebel. They were kids with feminine pieces in their souls in a situation that overwhelmingly rewarded masculinity. They were angry, and rebellious, and questioning, and comforting. They painted each other's nails, they talked about love and about getting out of that place. They took care of their siblings who were too busy being heroes to take care of themselves. They took care of each other when the others learned not to worry about them (they're fine! They're smiling, look, they're painting each other's nails. They don't care! They're fine!) and they've always had the same flaws too. They're selfish and angry and they don't know when to quit and they will do anything and hurt anyone to make it to the next minute alive and then they will want to die for what they've left in their wake, and they know that. They know that about each other. Like looking in a mirror.
They held each other tight in the 60s, they fought on the same side when they made it back home, they forgave each other and loved each other through all wrongdoings and they did so easily. And now Klaus helps Allison raise her daughter and stand herself and find her way back to humanity, and Allison helps Klaus find peace and shelter and warmth and HOME. It's ALWAYS been Allison and Klaus. Always.
