Klaus lets out a noise of surprise when the bed moves and he gives Diego a look, even though he's sure it wasn't completely intentional. He can see the pain on his brother's bruised face and that alone is enough to sober him a little more.
"Yes, yes, the guy that doesn't sleep is telling you that you look like shit. That's saying something, coming from the man who has made looking like shit into a fashion trend."
He slides away from the bed though, giving Diego more room, and he tugs up another blanket around his brother. He swipes the TV control and flips through a few channels, finally landing on some cheesy, old western.
"I'm down to pretend, but you'd better pretend with your eyes closed, mister. Imagine John Wayne sexily strutting across the back of your eyelids." He settles back into the chair beside the bed and lets out a breath. "That's the torture you deserve for scaring me, thank you very much."
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"Yes, yes, the guy that doesn't sleep is telling you that you look like shit. That's saying something, coming from the man who has made looking like shit into a fashion trend."
He slides away from the bed though, giving Diego more room, and he tugs up another blanket around his brother. He swipes the TV control and flips through a few channels, finally landing on some cheesy, old western.
"I'm down to pretend, but you'd better pretend with your eyes closed, mister. Imagine John Wayne sexily strutting across the back of your eyelids." He settles back into the chair beside the bed and lets out a breath. "That's the torture you deserve for scaring me, thank you very much."