Joining the police academy hadn't necessarily been easy, but the moment Diego set his mind to it, he worked his ass off to earn himself a spot. Leaving the Umbrella Academy may have been easy to do, but making it on his own hadn't been. Still, he never let himself even consider going back to Reginald. Occasionally, yes, he would stop by to check on Mom and Pogo, but beyond that? The old man could rot in hell, for all he cared.
Although, as much as he hates to sometimes even admit it to himself, the training that Reginald had put them through has been helping him in a lot of of the tests he has been taking. He's fast, he's strong, and he knows that he's a hell of an asset to the police force. His trainer may hate his attitude, but Diego knows what he's worth. He knows what he can do, he just needs to pass this little hurdle so that he can actually do something right. He can actually do some good, because he doesn't want to be mopping Al's floor for the rest of his life.
He's going over some notes for a test that he has to take later (those he hates, and he really wishes everything was more of a physical exam than an intellectual one), distracted by the note that Eudora had written on a corner of the page, when he bumps into someone and Diego himself stumbles back. He doesn't fall, his reflexes kicking in immediately, but all that almost goes out the window when he hears that voice. When he sees his brother staring back at him, and for a moment he has to remind himself to speak.
"You alright?" He offers his hand to help him up, taking in how his brother looks. His clothes, the make up. How fucking skinny he is, and Diego has to refrain from frowning even if his brow almost twitches from the effort. Diego has been living a pretty modest life, but between his training at the boxing gym, and now what he has been doing for the police academy, he looks fit, his muscles in his arms toned.
He's so distracted by Klaus, that it doesn't click yet that he's wearing a shirt from the police academy. That it's giving a glimpse of his current life; a life that no one else in his family has been privy to for years now, because Diego cut himself off from that world the second he saw an opportunity to do so.
Despite that, though, his words are sincere as he speaks again. "It's good to see you, Klaus."
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Although, as much as he hates to sometimes even admit it to himself, the training that Reginald had put them through has been helping him in a lot of of the tests he has been taking. He's fast, he's strong, and he knows that he's a hell of an asset to the police force. His trainer may hate his attitude, but Diego knows what he's worth. He knows what he can do, he just needs to pass this little hurdle so that he can actually do something right. He can actually do some good, because he doesn't want to be mopping Al's floor for the rest of his life.
He's going over some notes for a test that he has to take later (those he hates, and he really wishes everything was more of a physical exam than an intellectual one), distracted by the note that Eudora had written on a corner of the page, when he bumps into someone and Diego himself stumbles back. He doesn't fall, his reflexes kicking in immediately, but all that almost goes out the window when he hears that voice. When he sees his brother staring back at him, and for a moment he has to remind himself to speak.
"You alright?" He offers his hand to help him up, taking in how his brother looks. His clothes, the make up. How fucking skinny he is, and Diego has to refrain from frowning even if his brow almost twitches from the effort. Diego has been living a pretty modest life, but between his training at the boxing gym, and now what he has been doing for the police academy, he looks fit, his muscles in his arms toned.
He's so distracted by Klaus, that it doesn't click yet that he's wearing a shirt from the police academy. That it's giving a glimpse of his current life; a life that no one else in his family has been privy to for years now, because Diego cut himself off from that world the second he saw an opportunity to do so.
Despite that, though, his words are sincere as he speaks again. "It's good to see you, Klaus."