Honestly? Diego's sick of it, of the trauma oneupance, of the excuses and justifications. Klaus was tortured by Dad just as much as the rest of them. They all grew up, grew past it, maybe not completely but enough to be functional people somewhere out in the world.
But not Klaus. Never Klaus. Because he had to suffer the most, be the worst off, and never move on. The way he leans on excuses like crutches drives Diego up the freaking wall. And he might have said something about it, but suddenly a series of things happens.
First, Klaus breaks somehow, impossibly further down, laughing that hysterical, broken thing that suddenly and without warning turns into tears.
Luther is giving a dismissal and ushering them out the door to-- Diego isn't sure, give Klaus privacy? Talk to him one-on-one for himself? Whatever it is, everything halts the second Ben's phone rings from inside the room as Luther punches the button to call again, for the he-lost-count-th time.
Diego was almost to the doorway when it happened, prepared to slip out and away and figure out what to do with the rest of his day. He pauses and turns, slowly, back to face the room again as Ben fades into existence from ghost to solid and whole. "Are you fucking serious right now?" He snaps, face twisted with annoyance. How dare he make them all worry the way they had half the day? And why had he been hiding anyway? What was he so scared or ashamed of at all? Shouldn't Ben have been the most obvious one to be here, at Klaus' side, such an easy assumption it wasn't even a thought, like each next breath that came without it, either?
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But not Klaus. Never Klaus. Because he had to suffer the most, be the worst off, and never move on. The way he leans on excuses like crutches drives Diego up the freaking wall. And he might have said something about it, but suddenly a series of things happens.
First, Klaus breaks somehow, impossibly further down, laughing that hysterical, broken thing that suddenly and without warning turns into tears.
Luther is giving a dismissal and ushering them out the door to-- Diego isn't sure, give Klaus privacy? Talk to him one-on-one for himself? Whatever it is, everything halts the second Ben's phone rings from inside the room as Luther punches the button to call again, for the he-lost-count-th time.
Diego was almost to the doorway when it happened, prepared to slip out and away and figure out what to do with the rest of his day. He pauses and turns, slowly, back to face the room again as Ben fades into existence from ghost to solid and whole. "Are you fucking serious right now?" He snaps, face twisted with annoyance. How dare he make them all worry the way they had half the day? And why had he been hiding anyway? What was he so scared or ashamed of at all? Shouldn't Ben have been the most obvious one to be here, at Klaus' side, such an easy assumption it wasn't even a thought, like each next breath that came without it, either?