Diego recognizes that tone, he's had its bitter flavor in his mouth more times than he'd care to count. He feels the shift in Luther's anger, too-- though he can't quite identify what it is, specifically. Just that it's not the same as it was moments ago, somehow.
"I won't." Whether it's an agreement, or a promise, is debatable given his tone, but it's all he says before he turns sharply on his feet and stalks out of the room. His footsteps are heard retreating back up the stairs until the not-quite-a-slam, but definitely not slam, of a door is heard.
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"I won't." Whether it's an agreement, or a promise, is debatable given his tone, but it's all he says before he turns sharply on his feet and stalks out of the room. His footsteps are heard retreating back up the stairs until the not-quite-a-slam, but definitely not slam, of a door is heard.