"Oh, yes, you're right. I'll leave you completely alone and unidentified next time. That way I can pretend I don't know you when you get arrested for punching a nurse."
Klaus sighs a little, watching his brother's expression. He's always felt a kinship with Diego even when they hadn't quite gotten along as kids. No matter how often they squabbled or picked at one another, Klaus knew that at the end of the day, Diego was a solid presence he could rely on if he needed it. He might get an earful about it, but reliable all the same. If Klaus can be even a modicum of that for his brother now, he wants to.
He turns his head toward the TV himself, watching as horses race by and fake gunfire sounds. He smiles a little when Diego speaks, but doesn't look back at his brother, something understood between them here. "Yeah. You, too."
Maybe not for being in the hospital, but if Klaus could thank him for showing up, for dragging them all to the surface? He would. Instead, he scoots his chair closer, keeps his head on his arms, but the fingers of his hand on top reach for Diego's. Not quite holding his hand, but resting just on top. "Try and sleep."
If this had been another time, with Diego using his usual defenses, he would have probably said something stupid - like how being being alone and unidentified isn't exactly new to him. That's how life had been for him - for most of them, really.
But, while he may be somewhat doped up on pain medication, he still holds back that response because he knows damn well that it's no longer applicable. Not after stopping the world from ending; not after working together to put Vanya back together. Not with all his time in Los Angeles, trying to piece both Klaus and Allison together. The last few months haven't been easy, but they're actually becoming an actual family, and while maybe they had spent over twelve years apart, things are different now.
That's why, when Klaus settles closer, when his fingers rest on top of his, Diego doesn't pull away, or push him away. He takes it for what it is, a reassuring gesture from his brother, refusing to leave him alone, and it makes it easy to let himself doze off. He's not alone anymore, after all.
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Klaus sighs a little, watching his brother's expression. He's always felt a kinship with Diego even when they hadn't quite gotten along as kids. No matter how often they squabbled or picked at one another, Klaus knew that at the end of the day, Diego was a solid presence he could rely on if he needed it. He might get an earful about it, but reliable all the same. If Klaus can be even a modicum of that for his brother now, he wants to.
He turns his head toward the TV himself, watching as horses race by and fake gunfire sounds. He smiles a little when Diego speaks, but doesn't look back at his brother, something understood between them here. "Yeah. You, too."
Maybe not for being in the hospital, but if Klaus could thank him for showing up, for dragging them all to the surface? He would. Instead, he scoots his chair closer, keeps his head on his arms, but the fingers of his hand on top reach for Diego's. Not quite holding his hand, but resting just on top. "Try and sleep."
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But, while he may be somewhat doped up on pain medication, he still holds back that response because he knows damn well that it's no longer applicable. Not after stopping the world from ending; not after working together to put Vanya back together. Not with all his time in Los Angeles, trying to piece both Klaus and Allison together. The last few months haven't been easy, but they're actually becoming an actual family, and while maybe they had spent over twelve years apart, things are different now.
That's why, when Klaus settles closer, when his fingers rest on top of his, Diego doesn't pull away, or push him away. He takes it for what it is, a reassuring gesture from his brother, refusing to leave him alone, and it makes it easy to let himself doze off. He's not alone anymore, after all.