He can see it written so easily and plainly in Ben's demeanor. The annoyance rolls off of him in waves, the refusal to actually look at him screams a perfectly clear point. He hates it. Everything about this has taken the absolute most wrong turn it could have, and it was his fault. If Ben spares a glance at him at the exact right second, he might find that Diego almost looks like he might say something, but thinks better of it, deflates, and abandons the idea completely.
He picks up the track on a different part of this whole conversation, a frown sliding into place across his features. "You're really isolating that much, or--?" He doesn't like the way that sounds. Then again, would he really like it if Ben said he was friends with every person he came across, either? Sorry, Ben, Diego is a cagey asshole who is probably impossible to actually please, here.
The hurt look at the mention of Klaus doesn't go unnoticed, either. "What's going on between you guys? You've always been like," he lifts one hand, crossing his fingers before he lets his hand fall back to his side and shrugs. "What's up?" Maybe siblings weren't supposed to have or play favorites, but it happened, especially in groups of siblings as big as theirs. Luther and Allison. Klaus and Ben.
"Yeah, okay." He nods once and follows his brother's lead toward the-- what was it? Porter? God, he hates this place.
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He picks up the track on a different part of this whole conversation, a frown sliding into place across his features. "You're really isolating that much, or--?" He doesn't like the way that sounds. Then again, would he really like it if Ben said he was friends with every person he came across, either? Sorry, Ben, Diego is a cagey asshole who is probably impossible to actually please, here.
The hurt look at the mention of Klaus doesn't go unnoticed, either. "What's going on between you guys? You've always been like," he lifts one hand, crossing his fingers before he lets his hand fall back to his side and shrugs. "What's up?" Maybe siblings weren't supposed to have or play favorites, but it happened, especially in groups of siblings as big as theirs. Luther and Allison. Klaus and Ben.
"Yeah, okay." He nods once and follows his brother's lead toward the-- what was it? Porter? God, he hates this place.