Diego swivels where he stands to follow his brother as he moves across the room, arms slowly folding low across his stomach. He doesn't interrupt his tirade, actually, he wants to hear all of it, because he wants to understand Four's thought process in all of this. Diego can be incredibly narrow minded and tunnel-visioned at times, but he isn't completely incapable of hearing someone out.
He has thoughts on everything Klaus lists about the rest of their siblings-- he's pretty sure Allison isn't laying blame, and just wanting Klaus to own his piece of it, the same way she's been drilling Diego to own some of his worst pieces of himself recently; Luther... well, no, that tracks and Diego hates the 'not angry, just disappointed' thing; Ben is always the first to call Klaus an idiot, but also the first to coddle him-- "What about Vanya?" He presses for the unfinished piece of it. "And what about me? What do you think I'm here for?" He'd love to hear the assumptions, before he gives him even an inch to take about what he really wants to say.
Diego scoffs and shakes his head, "Klaus, quit the pity routine. You think you're the only one that fucks up? You think you're the only one Allison calls out on their shit? That Luther gets disappointed in? Trust me, you're not." He pauses and shakes his head, a firmer thing less of disbelief like the last one, more of a solid gesture of 'no' this time. "I'm not gonna get off your ass. Know why? Because I know you can do better." The only reason he's so hard on Klaus is exactly that. He knows the potential is there, but it's so aggravating to watch him waste it and let it all wither away to nothing.
He sighs and reaches up to scrub one hand across his face before making his way over to sit in the medium's pile of pillows masquerading as a bed. "I know you think you've done a lot toward sobriety by dropping down to just weed and booze, but... it's just another avoidance tactic. A way to not actually commit. And you're living your whole life that way, it's how you choose, over and over and over again, and then you wonder how you landed in yet another mess, again. The path of least resistance is not the one that makes you better than you were."
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He has thoughts on everything Klaus lists about the rest of their siblings-- he's pretty sure Allison isn't laying blame, and just wanting Klaus to own his piece of it, the same way she's been drilling Diego to own some of his worst pieces of himself recently; Luther... well, no, that tracks and Diego hates the 'not angry, just disappointed' thing; Ben is always the first to call Klaus an idiot, but also the first to coddle him-- "What about Vanya?" He presses for the unfinished piece of it. "And what about me? What do you think I'm here for?" He'd love to hear the assumptions, before he gives him even an inch to take about what he really wants to say.
Diego scoffs and shakes his head, "Klaus, quit the pity routine. You think you're the only one that fucks up? You think you're the only one Allison calls out on their shit? That Luther gets disappointed in? Trust me, you're not." He pauses and shakes his head, a firmer thing less of disbelief like the last one, more of a solid gesture of 'no' this time. "I'm not gonna get off your ass. Know why? Because I know you can do better." The only reason he's so hard on Klaus is exactly that. He knows the potential is there, but it's so aggravating to watch him waste it and let it all wither away to nothing.
He sighs and reaches up to scrub one hand across his face before making his way over to sit in the medium's pile of pillows masquerading as a bed. "I know you think you've done a lot toward sobriety by dropping down to just weed and booze, but... it's just another avoidance tactic. A way to not actually commit. And you're living your whole life that way, it's how you choose, over and over and over again, and then you wonder how you landed in yet another mess, again. The path of least resistance is not the one that makes you better than you were."