"What kind of shit?" He isn't sure Klaus will tell him, and if he doesn't he'll probably let it go this time. Maybe it just isn't the time for that particular discussion. Or he isn't the person for it.

He frowns when Klaus suddenly disappears, but he doesn't actually leave, so he doesn't say anything about it. "Honestly? I'm surprised you did the sparring as long as you did. But I told you when you asked about it, I wasn't going to waste my time, either. If you don't want to do it anymore, that's on you. I'm not going to hold your hand and beg you to do it. You know where to find me if you decide you want to pick it up again." He shrugs.

"If I didn't think you probably know how to fake the results, I might. But it isn't up to me to make you stay clean, Klaus. It doesn't matter what I want... it won't ever work if you don't want it. That's why it hasn't all the other times, either."

He hates this. He hates it so much. Maybe more than any of the others, except Ben, Diego has seen the degradation of his brother into his addictions. "Did you know... that sometimes, back home, when I listened to the police scanner, I listened for overdoses, expecting to hear something about a junkie with an umbrella tattoo on his wrist...?" He waits to ask that once Klaus is back properly on the room, staring up at him.