There’s something about Diego being angry that makes it all neutered white noise. From childhood through to even now it’s the only language she and Diego have really spoken with painstaking clarity that wasn’t fighting in the field. They were always great at pissing each other off, and always great at not taking the knives and blows the way anyone else would. Somehow, as Diego gets up, gets mad, gets close, and sharp as Diego Hargreeves can make his voice, all Allison feels is …
… relief.
Success.
Especially once he stomps out and up the stairs, leaving her the living room back to herself. There’s a huff of breath but it only makes it the sound it can between her mouth and her lips, because Diego stomps out of the conversation and room before she can, even though she’s nearly in the doorway, reminding her even more of it being another of his childish antics. Like he needed to make some statement with leaving before she could, just like he tried to make to get her to turn around in the first place when she started to leave.
But it grants her the unexpected gift of the room being empty, and she’s not feeling any closer to sleeping now than she did before he decided to invite himself in. Decided to suddenly parade around his own feelings like they weren’t insults and like somehow that was a thing Diego ever did with her. Or anyone. In his life. Sat and talk about his feelings. In clear, organized, if still often oblivious, words. There’s a shake of her head, and Allison walked out the door, headed for the kitchen, to go make herself a drink and bring it back to the window seat.
☂ And end!
… relief.
Success.
Especially once he stomps out and up the stairs, leaving her the living room back to herself. There’s a huff of breath but it only makes it the sound it can between her mouth and her lips, because Diego stomps out of the conversation and room before she can, even though she’s nearly in the doorway, reminding her even more of it being another of his childish antics. Like he needed to make some statement with leaving before she could, just like he tried to make to get her to turn around in the first place when she started to leave.
But it grants her the unexpected gift of the room being empty, and she’s not feeling any closer to sleeping now than she did before he decided to invite himself in. Decided to suddenly parade around his own feelings like they weren’t insults and like somehow that was a thing Diego ever did with her. Or anyone. In his life. Sat and talk about his feelings. In clear, organized, if still often oblivious, words. There’s a shake of her head, and Allison walked out the door, headed for the kitchen, to go make herself a drink and bring it back to the window seat.