Diego rolls his eyes, although Klaus’s comments are very valid. “No bodies. And I checked in the bag, so it’s fine.”
Because of course he had traveled with some of his knives. Not all of them, but still, there was no way he could have left New York without them. The bag looks like it hardly survived the trip over, but hey, it got the job done. That’s what matters.
He’s half glancing around when Klaus mentions Allison is in bed, and while he keeps his facial expressions under control as he turns back to his brother, internally he’s already thinking of ways to fix this. He and Allison may not be close how she and Klaus are, and their relationship can be more antagonistic than anything else, but he knows their sister. While losing her voice isn’t something she’s holding over Vanya (because she had made that point very clear both after the cabin and while they tried to help Vanya gain control), it is still a major shift in her life. Vanya had ripped away her voice, her powers, her life since it’s altering everything in it, and...yeah, he figured she would not be taking this well despite how put together she made herself be in front of everyone back in New York.
“You sure it’s okay if I stay here?” There’s something in his voice that, although he doesn’t say it, makes it clear that he doesn’t want to impose despite how he had just shown up. He could just get a hotel room somewhere nearby, it’s not like Hollywood lacks options, after all. “But yeah, I’ll take her lunch.” He pauses for a moment before he reaches over to steer his face back towards him, as if checking something on his brother’s face. “Tell you what. Why don’t you just show me where the kitchen is and I’ll make lunch. You sit. Or clean up, whatever.”
You look like hell, he almost says, but doesn’t even if the look on his face is ‘vocal’ enough. Not that he blames him - Klaus had gone from one shitstorm to another, just in a different city. And no apocalypse, at the very least.
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Because of course he had traveled with some of his knives. Not all of them, but still, there was no way he could have left New York without them. The bag looks like it hardly survived the trip over, but hey, it got the job done. That’s what matters.
He’s half glancing around when Klaus mentions Allison is in bed, and while he keeps his facial expressions under control as he turns back to his brother, internally he’s already thinking of ways to fix this. He and Allison may not be close how she and Klaus are, and their relationship can be more antagonistic than anything else, but he knows their sister. While losing her voice isn’t something she’s holding over Vanya (because she had made that point very clear both after the cabin and while they tried to help Vanya gain control), it is still a major shift in her life. Vanya had ripped away her voice, her powers, her life since it’s altering everything in it, and...yeah, he figured she would not be taking this well despite how put together she made herself be in front of everyone back in New York.
“You sure it’s okay if I stay here?” There’s something in his voice that, although he doesn’t say it, makes it clear that he doesn’t want to impose despite how he had just shown up. He could just get a hotel room somewhere nearby, it’s not like Hollywood lacks options, after all. “But yeah, I’ll take her lunch.” He pauses for a moment before he reaches over to steer his face back towards him, as if checking something on his brother’s face. “Tell you what. Why don’t you just show me where the kitchen is and I’ll make lunch. You sit. Or clean up, whatever.”
You look like hell, he almost says, but doesn’t even if the look on his face is ‘vocal’ enough. Not that he blames him - Klaus had gone from one shitstorm to another, just in a different city. And no apocalypse, at the very least.