The moment Tyler admitted that he had been this Klaus' successful experiment, a crack sounded throughout the office due to Don's hands tightening on his chair. He felt Ricky's hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. Don growled low, though not directly toward Tyler but at the situation. "You're not connected to him now," he stated, not questioning because he was sure, if Tyler was connected to Klaus on some level, they'd smell it or sense it somehow. "How?"

Ricky didn't release until he felt a little of the tension leave Don's shoulders then walked toward the door of the office and locked it. The last thing they needed was Les to come in, knowing she'd be concerned considering what she likely heard. They'd talk later. "Tell us everything," Ricky said, walking back over to the desk.

He pulled out the bottom drawer of Don's desk, took out a bottle and three glasses. He raised an eyebrow at Tyler to see if he'd like a little of the tequila that was more for sipping than it was for shots.

Depending on what Tyler suggested or said, Don would lend their pack's protection to Tyler. But he couldn't, in good faith, just do that now without knowing everything that was in store for them. He took one of the glasses Ricky poured and took a healthy swallow.