Diego shakes his head at the clarification, a grumbled that stupid son of a bitch under his breath that's almost hidden as he's about to take a sip of his coffee again. He's not sure how much of Luther's reaction is due to Klaus, or to other shit altogether - or if it's everything combined - but, either way, it's annoying as shit right now.

Especially when he mentions how Luther threw him out, and a frown immediately settles on his face at that. Not in surprise, but in disapproval even now, these many years later. Sure, Klaus had his issues, but for Luther to have thrown him out... Diego is never going to be okay with that.

The way Klaus sets his head on his shoulder makes him huff out a quiet chuckle, partly in surprise because he hadn't quite expected it. Although maybe he should have, considering Klaus and his very little regard for personal space.

"I stayed in New York," he answers, and although he doesn't shrug, it's almost as if the movement is audible in his voice. For a moment he stays quiet as if he's weighing out what to say, before finally continuing. "I tried out the police academy, but it didn't work out." It's said as if it doesn't matter, as if he hadn't gotten kicked out, and he wonders if Klaus can guess that part.

"That's where I met Patch, actually. We kept working together after, just...me not officially, I guess. I didn't stop going on missions, I just did it on my own."