Diego stares at the texts for a handful of long, drawn out minutes, debating what he might say to it all before he decides to abandon the phone all together and march down the hall to Klaus' room. He doesn't bother knocking before he walks in. "This is exactly what your goddamn problem is, you know that?" He asks, shutting the door behind him. "You just run from everything. The second something isn't going your way, or in your favor, you dip out. How the fuck do you think anything is ever gonna get better if you don't start facing some of it?"
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