The novelty of being on a magazine or a newspaper faded a long time ago for Diego, and the idea of appearing on either one again is beyond irritating. Although, if he were to be honest with himself, he'd realize that it's not really the paparazzi itself that he's annoyed with. He knows he had messed up. He had gotten sloppy. Now this added downside is just another consequence to his mistakes, and he hates it.
That's what he gets though, isn't it? For screwing it all up, for getting too comfortable. Learning lessons, as Reginald would call them.
The playful wink makes Diego just sigh under his breath, especially when he tells him he'll be fussing over him. Not that he's that surprised, really; Diego wouldn't say that he's close to any of his siblings, but if he had to choose someone? Klaus would definitely be the sibling he has always been closest to. They gravitated towards each other in ways that he never did with anyone else. They had protected each other in whatever ways they could figure out as children, the two with the quiet and vulnerable personalities trying to shield each other from their father's wrath. Life has molded them each differently, has forged them into different people than who they once had been - who they once could have been - but despite all those changes and all the years between them, Klaus is still who Diego falls back on.
That's why, right now, he doesn't necessarily mind having him here even if he hates the situation as a whole.
"You do that and I'm definitely hauling ass out of here, so don't." He's about to say something else when a nurse walks in, asking about his pain level and checking his vitals. Diego sounds almost monotone as he responds, as if he's reading from a script that he knows too well, because even if he's in a different city he's familiar with all the questions that these visit bring up since this is most definitely not his first rodeo, but he at least doesn't seem or sound too combative.
Except when his question about when he'll be out of here is answered with a 'why don't you get some rest, hun, we need to keep you under observation but you can ask the doctor in the morning.' For a moment Diego is ready to argue, but the nurse is already giving him a pain killer to take off the edge, because apparently his answer of one in regards to how he'd label his pain level hadn't been too convincing.
As the nurse leaves, Diego just shakes his head again. "This is bullshit."
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That's what he gets though, isn't it? For screwing it all up, for getting too comfortable. Learning lessons, as Reginald would call them.
The playful wink makes Diego just sigh under his breath, especially when he tells him he'll be fussing over him. Not that he's that surprised, really; Diego wouldn't say that he's close to any of his siblings, but if he had to choose someone? Klaus would definitely be the sibling he has always been closest to. They gravitated towards each other in ways that he never did with anyone else. They had protected each other in whatever ways they could figure out as children, the two with the quiet and vulnerable personalities trying to shield each other from their father's wrath. Life has molded them each differently, has forged them into different people than who they once had been - who they once could have been - but despite all those changes and all the years between them, Klaus is still who Diego falls back on.
That's why, right now, he doesn't necessarily mind having him here even if he hates the situation as a whole.
"You do that and I'm definitely hauling ass out of here, so don't." He's about to say something else when a nurse walks in, asking about his pain level and checking his vitals. Diego sounds almost monotone as he responds, as if he's reading from a script that he knows too well, because even if he's in a different city he's familiar with all the questions that these visit bring up since this is most definitely not his first rodeo, but he at least doesn't seem or sound too combative.
Except when his question about when he'll be out of here is answered with a 'why don't you get some rest, hun, we need to keep you under observation but you can ask the doctor in the morning.' For a moment Diego is ready to argue, but the nurse is already giving him a pain killer to take off the edge, because apparently his answer of one in regards to how he'd label his pain level hadn't been too convincing.
As the nurse leaves, Diego just shakes his head again. "This is bullshit."