Diego chuckles, nodding as he grills a new sandwich. “Yeah, would’ve been a lot more tolerable than the flight. But would have taken longer, so...guess that’s what I get for not wanting to spend all week driving.”
Not to mention the fact that he’d be screwed if he would have tried, considering his car isn’t exactly up for the drive. He loves the damn thing, but he’s also realistic - it’s old and beat up, there is absolutely no way it would have been able to handle a cross country trip.
“And don’t worry about it, there’s plenty where it’s coming from so just eat.” He says it casually, like it’s not a command, although Diego is determined to get him to get more food in his stomach. “Besides, I’m still working on my coffee. The creamer isn’t half bad.”
He listens as his brother talks, careful to not let the bread get too brown, but when he grows quiet he glances over in his direction. He’s too alert and hypersensitive to his brother’s needs (to his siblings’s needs in general, really, considering he’s on protective mode), and while Diego makes sure he’s careful to not distract himself from the sandwich he’s grilling since he doubts that Allison will appreciate it if he burnt down her kitchen within an hour of arriving, he still keeps a careful eye on Klaus.
But then Klaus laughs, and that nervous energy that comes with the laugh feels as if it shakes something within him. It makes his stomach twist, his mouth going dry.
It makes him reach over for him, a hand wrapping around his wrist. The grip is firm, but still gentle enough to not hurt him. And so that, if Klaus pulls away, he can. It’s something Grace would do for him whenever he’d get too stuck in something, his mouth unable to form the words that he wanted to say as his heart thundered within his chest. It’s not what Klaus is experiencing, he knows he doesn’t know shit about what he’s going through. But Grace would give him something to ground him, to pull him back to reality before the anxiety unraveled him too much, and that sentiment is still there.
“We’ll get it figured out,” he says quietly, but reassuringly. He doesn’t necessarily mean Allison, although that’s his goal, too. It’s intended to be an open statement, one that won’t spook Klaus away, but that he wants him to remember. He hopes he knows he’s there for him, too. “I promise.”
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Not to mention the fact that he’d be screwed if he would have tried, considering his car isn’t exactly up for the drive. He loves the damn thing, but he’s also realistic - it’s old and beat up, there is absolutely no way it would have been able to handle a cross country trip.
“And don’t worry about it, there’s plenty where it’s coming from so just eat.” He says it casually, like it’s not a command, although Diego is determined to get him to get more food in his stomach. “Besides, I’m still working on my coffee. The creamer isn’t half bad.”
He listens as his brother talks, careful to not let the bread get too brown, but when he grows quiet he glances over in his direction. He’s too alert and hypersensitive to his brother’s needs (to his siblings’s needs in general, really, considering he’s on protective mode), and while Diego makes sure he’s careful to not distract himself from the sandwich he’s grilling since he doubts that Allison will appreciate it if he burnt down her kitchen within an hour of arriving, he still keeps a careful eye on Klaus.
But then Klaus laughs, and that nervous energy that comes with the laugh feels as if it shakes something within him. It makes his stomach twist, his mouth going dry.
It makes him reach over for him, a hand wrapping around his wrist. The grip is firm, but still gentle enough to not hurt him. And so that, if Klaus pulls away, he can. It’s something Grace would do for him whenever he’d get too stuck in something, his mouth unable to form the words that he wanted to say as his heart thundered within his chest. It’s not what Klaus is experiencing, he knows he doesn’t know shit about what he’s going through. But Grace would give him something to ground him, to pull him back to reality before the anxiety unraveled him too much, and that sentiment is still there.
“We’ll get it figured out,” he says quietly, but reassuringly. He doesn’t necessarily mean Allison, although that’s his goal, too. It’s intended to be an open statement, one that won’t spook Klaus away, but that he wants him to remember. He hopes he knows he’s there for him, too. “I promise.”