Diego removes another sandwich from the pan and sets it on the plate where he’s essentially stacking sandwiches, but his attention is really on Klaus and on what he’s saying. It’s at least good that his brother doesn’t just dismisses what he says, that he actually seems to listen, so at least that’s good.

Diego doesn’t relent, though, and when he initially huffs and shrugs his response, his expression remains the same. As if to tell him he can’t bullshit him; he can try to do his whole ‘normal’ act, but he had seen too much at that bar to really believe him. As if to tell him that he knows he’s fucking lying, because Diego had also lost someone he loved, and while he’ll never willingly show how much it hurts, he knows damn well that two weeks is nothing to actually ‘heal’ from the loss and grief left behind.

But, fair enough. He wants Allison back on her feet? He can help with that.

“How about we all three have lunch together, then? I can go say hi and convince her to join us.” ‘Convince’ sounds so normal, especially how he says it, but he has a feeling Klaus might disapprove of his methods if he knew what he has in mind. It’ll have results, though - Diego at least knows Number Three well enough to know what buttons to push.