Diego is definitely making his brother a sandwich. And, considering the sort of ‘clean up’ mode that he’s in, he’s already planning on keeping an eye on Klaus as much as he’ll keep guard over Allison. Even more so, actually; not only because he’s closer to him than their sister, but because he knows Klaus. He won’t focus on himself and will wear himself thin, and there’s no way in hell he’s letting that happen. He may say he’s fine, and he may be acting it, but Diego still can’t get out of his head the way he looked that day at that bar. The way he spoke about Dave, the way he looked out the window as he drove him around.
That’s part of the reason why he had only bought a one-way ticket out here. He’s not leaving until both his siblings are in better shape than what they have been the last few weeks.
As the aroma of the soup, the coffee, and the grilled cheese sandwiches fill the kitchen, there’s a sense of warmth that he feels himself. This isn’t his home - it’s been a long time since he had felt that particular sentiment - but...he’s here, with his brother. And no, things aren’t great, but the world isn’t ending and they have time to fix the collateral damage that Reginald’s death had caused.
As he grills a second sandwich, he picks off a slice of cheese to munch on it as Klaus speaks of Claire. It’s impossible to miss the way his whole demeanor changes as he speaks of the little girl, and Diego laughs under his breath when he shares she likes action movies.
“Yeah, we’ll see.” There’s already a faint smile on his face as he turns back to the pan, flipping the sandwich over once the bread is perfectly golden brown. “It’ll be nice to meet her,” he says after a moment, although the admission feels weird to say. It’s Klaus, though; if there’s anyone that he can trust to let his guard down to at least say that, it’s him. “She sounds pretty great.”
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That’s part of the reason why he had only bought a one-way ticket out here. He’s not leaving until both his siblings are in better shape than what they have been the last few weeks.
As the aroma of the soup, the coffee, and the grilled cheese sandwiches fill the kitchen, there’s a sense of warmth that he feels himself. This isn’t his home - it’s been a long time since he had felt that particular sentiment - but...he’s here, with his brother. And no, things aren’t great, but the world isn’t ending and they have time to fix the collateral damage that Reginald’s death had caused.
As he grills a second sandwich, he picks off a slice of cheese to munch on it as Klaus speaks of Claire. It’s impossible to miss the way his whole demeanor changes as he speaks of the little girl, and Diego laughs under his breath when he shares she likes action movies.
“Yeah, we’ll see.” There’s already a faint smile on his face as he turns back to the pan, flipping the sandwich over once the bread is perfectly golden brown. “It’ll be nice to meet her,” he says after a moment, although the admission feels weird to say. It’s Klaus, though; if there’s anyone that he can trust to let his guard down to at least say that, it’s him. “She sounds pretty great.”