Although Diego wouldn't necessarily consider himself a coffee drinker, he still appreciates the fact that his brother serves him a cup. Especially because today he'll probably need it; the flight had put him on edge the entire time and, while that's not necessarily a new thing for him, flying is definitely not something he's used to. Now that the trip is done, it's making him feel drained in an odd sort of way, and maybe the caffeine kick will help.
And, well, there's also the little part about how he hasn't been sleeping since the night that Reginald died. Sure, he catches some shut-eye every once in a while, but considering all the shit they've been going through the last month... It's almost as if, now that he's here, away from home, he's actually starting to feel some of the effects of it.
Not that he would ever admit it. Even to himself, really. Instead, he just drinks from the mug, wincing slightly at the bitter taste the damn thing leaves behind. His focus shifts, though, when Klaus speaks, and he shrugs before taking another sip of coffee.
"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, the old man's death sort of changed everything, whether we like it or not. Hard to really get back to that, isn't it?"
Not that he seems like he's hating this. Although Diego isn't necessarily the type to ever be at ease, he seems at least comfortable in this moment. It's something that has been happening since that night at the infirmary, since their days of working with Vanya - as if that part of him that used to crave that connection with his siblings is resurfacing, despite how much he believed it had been snuffed out as a teenager.
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And, well, there's also the little part about how he hasn't been sleeping since the night that Reginald died. Sure, he catches some shut-eye every once in a while, but considering all the shit they've been going through the last month... It's almost as if, now that he's here, away from home, he's actually starting to feel some of the effects of it.
Not that he would ever admit it. Even to himself, really. Instead, he just drinks from the mug, wincing slightly at the bitter taste the damn thing leaves behind. His focus shifts, though, when Klaus speaks, and he shrugs before taking another sip of coffee.
"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, the old man's death sort of changed everything, whether we like it or not. Hard to really get back to that, isn't it?"
Not that he seems like he's hating this. Although Diego isn't necessarily the type to ever be at ease, he seems at least comfortable in this moment. It's something that has been happening since that night at the infirmary, since their days of working with Vanya - as if that part of him that used to crave that connection with his siblings is resurfacing, despite how much he believed it had been snuffed out as a teenager.
"Yoga sessions, huh?"