“Ah, good timing,” he teases with a smirk, as if the sandwich he was putting on a plate wasn’t going to be shoved at Klaus in a few minutes. Thankfully his brother beats him to the punch, but whatever relief he could be feeling about the fact that Klaus is eating gets tucked away as he offers him the plate with the recently made sandwich.
Klaus may not be asking him to stay, but Diego isn’t moving with any sort of urgency. If anything, he looks almost too relaxed as he butters more bread and preps the cheese. As if this is normal, as if he casually shows up to make lunch out of nowhere. All of this is out of his norm, though. Not just making someone that isn’t Patch food, but it’s rare for the force that is normally Diego Hargreeves to be almost still, but like with his subtlety, he knows when to rein things back in. Like right now, he is where he wants to be. With his brother. Yes, Allison had been his excuse to fly out, and even Claire to some degree. It’s easier to say it, after all, and it’s easier than admitting to his brother the truth. Because he doubts he’d take it well if he told him how he still remembers that look of his at the bar. How broken he sounded. How it had wedged something between his ribs, making it uncomfortable for him to even breathe until he makes sure he’s okay. Klaus hadn’t gotten a chance to really process what happened in Vietnam before they found Allison at the brink of death in that cabin, before Vanya almost destroyed the world, before they put her back together, before Allison crumbled.
And, as much as Diego’s demeanor has hardened, as much as he keeps that stuttering boy he used to be buried as deep as he can, in a lot of ways some things never disappeared. Like the fierce loyalty to his family, the love he has for his siblings. The way he has always wanted to protect them despite his outward aggressiveness. The way Klaus has always felt like the younger brother that he needs to guard, despite the fact that they’re all the same age.
That’s why, for now, he just shrugs. “Lucky for her, now I’m hungry, so she can...you know. Do whatever the hell she’s doing before I pop in and say hi.” Oh and say hi he will. Allison definitely won’t know what hit her before she gets more or less dragged out of bed. “God, that fucking flight was miserable. No food, just these little peanut bags that barely had anything. So I guess you’re stuck with me while we both eat something.”
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Klaus may not be asking him to stay, but Diego isn’t moving with any sort of urgency. If anything, he looks almost too relaxed as he butters more bread and preps the cheese. As if this is normal, as if he casually shows up to make lunch out of nowhere. All of this is out of his norm, though. Not just making someone that isn’t Patch food, but it’s rare for the force that is normally Diego Hargreeves to be almost still, but like with his subtlety, he knows when to rein things back in. Like right now, he is where he wants to be. With his brother. Yes, Allison had been his excuse to fly out, and even Claire to some degree. It’s easier to say it, after all, and it’s easier than admitting to his brother the truth. Because he doubts he’d take it well if he told him how he still remembers that look of his at the bar. How broken he sounded. How it had wedged something between his ribs, making it uncomfortable for him to even breathe until he makes sure he’s okay. Klaus hadn’t gotten a chance to really process what happened in Vietnam before they found Allison at the brink of death in that cabin, before Vanya almost destroyed the world, before they put her back together, before Allison crumbled.
And, as much as Diego’s demeanor has hardened, as much as he keeps that stuttering boy he used to be buried as deep as he can, in a lot of ways some things never disappeared. Like the fierce loyalty to his family, the love he has for his siblings. The way he has always wanted to protect them despite his outward aggressiveness. The way Klaus has always felt like the younger brother that he needs to guard, despite the fact that they’re all the same age.
That’s why, for now, he just shrugs. “Lucky for her, now I’m hungry, so she can...you know. Do whatever the hell she’s doing before I pop in and say hi.” Oh and say hi he will. Allison definitely won’t know what hit her before she gets more or less dragged out of bed. “God, that fucking flight was miserable. No food, just these little peanut bags that barely had anything. So I guess you’re stuck with me while we both eat something.”