It takes Diego all of two days to decide to pack up a suitcase (although that’s a very loose term, considering it’s more of a beat up gym bag than anything else) and get on a flight to Los Angeles. Which he hates, considering he’s not thrilled with flying, but after the last few weeks of working with his siblings to get Vanya back on track, he figures he should do this. After all, Klaus is home with Allison alone now, and she wasn’t doing too hot herself despite how much she’d try to hide it in front of everyone. It’s not fair for Klaus to be shouldering all this on his own, especially since he has his own shit to deal with, so...yeah. He’s flying to Los Angeles.
The truth is, of course, very different. Not that he’s not worried about Allison - he is. Just...that’s not necessarily the real reason why he’s flying across the country. It’s not even entirely the fact that Klaus probably does need help with Allison. He misses them, and while technically he should probably stick around New York, it feels pointless right now. Patch is gone. Klaus is gone. What the hell does he have to stay there for? It’s not a permanent move, he’s not ready for that. But it’s still a pretty big one, despite his efforts of convincing himself that it’s not.
By the time he arrives, he’s immediately hit by how much warmer it is in Los Angeles than New York. And how much sunnier it is, which he already hates. As the taxi drives over to Allison’s, Diego tries to picture his siblings in the streets that they drive by, trying to picture their lives here in what seems to be a whole other world than what they grew up in, and he forces himself to ignore the way he feels like an outsider. Like someone looking in. Should he have jumped on the plane without even letting Klaus know? What if he shows up and they don’t need him?
It’s too late to turn back now, though, especially as the car pulls up to the house and Diego gets out. His joints feel stiff from the long flight, trying to adjust to the timezone change since right now he’d be napping before heading out on patrol, but instead he’s here. In some swanky neighborhood in the Hollywood hills.
Grasping tighter onto the handle of his luggage, he walks up the path to the front door and rings the doorbell, letting out a sigh under his breath as he tries to ignore the way his stomach seems to flutter with anticipation.
Whenever your world starts crashing down, that’s when you find me;
The truth is, of course, very different. Not that he’s not worried about Allison - he is. Just...that’s not necessarily the real reason why he’s flying across the country. It’s not even entirely the fact that Klaus probably does need help with Allison. He misses them, and while technically he should probably stick around New York, it feels pointless right now. Patch is gone. Klaus is gone. What the hell does he have to stay there for? It’s not a permanent move, he’s not ready for that. But it’s still a pretty big one, despite his efforts of convincing himself that it’s not.
By the time he arrives, he’s immediately hit by how much warmer it is in Los Angeles than New York. And how much sunnier it is, which he already hates. As the taxi drives over to Allison’s, Diego tries to picture his siblings in the streets that they drive by, trying to picture their lives here in what seems to be a whole other world than what they grew up in, and he forces himself to ignore the way he feels like an outsider. Like someone looking in. Should he have jumped on the plane without even letting Klaus know? What if he shows up and they don’t need him?
It’s too late to turn back now, though, especially as the car pulls up to the house and Diego gets out. His joints feel stiff from the long flight, trying to adjust to the timezone change since right now he’d be napping before heading out on patrol, but instead he’s here. In some swanky neighborhood in the Hollywood hills.
Grasping tighter onto the handle of his luggage, he walks up the path to the front door and rings the doorbell, letting out a sigh under his breath as he tries to ignore the way his stomach seems to flutter with anticipation.