Diego doesn't pay one ounce of attention to the mention of being around cops or the road it tries to force his mind down. He locks it away and not even a flicker of the emotion he felt shows on his face. He wasn't as on Diego's radar as he seemed to think, it was just a here and there thing. If mentions of an overdose showed up, he paid attention, he listened for specific descriptions, and dreaded the day he had to find a way to tell the rest of their siblings that he'd finally gone and done it.
"I asked, didn't I?" The words are practically a challenge, eyebrow lifted in defiance of that half-laughed out, hollow statement. But it isn't long before he adds, "Or are you just going to tell me it's because you're scared, and traumatized? Because newsflash, Klaus, you aren't the only one Dad fucking traumatized! He did it to all of us, in specifically tailored ways, and it isn't a goddamn contest you can win, as to who has it the worst." Because if that's all he was going to say? Yeah. He's right. He doesn't want to hear the same, tired excuse that he's been spinning since Diego could remember.
"The ghosts. The crypt. The dark. Those are things you run from regularly. They are not the reason you run from us. So try. again." His words are spoken slowly, bitten off in sharp points, because Klaus isn't the only one that's tired. Diego is tired of the circular way every conversation with Klaus comes back to this. Of trying to help him, when it's so clear all he wants to do is go trip face-first into a pile of cocaine. Or jam a needle in veins that have been so abused through the years that it's probably hard for him to even find one that he hasn't blown out at one time or another. Toss a handful of unknown pills down his throat just to see what happens. It's stupid. It's all so stupid and Diego can't even pretend to understand the logic of an addict. A junkie, because Klaus really is more that, than just the subtle, softer sound of addict.
"Because this isn't just everything of the last two decades. It's more and more here, being piled on top of it, too. Every time something blows up, you dip out. You can't stay here, you have to go crash on someone's couch for a week. For fuck's sake, you're talking to Allison right now like you don't even fucking live here! And that is some of the most emotionally manipulative fucking bullshit I've seen from you yet." He scoffs and shakes his head, "You try to carve sympathy out of everyone around you and the second someone stops trying to coddle you and be real with you, you flip out and try to turn things around on them, pointing fingers at everyone else, all while you never own up to your own part in anything.
"It's bullshit and I don't think I'm wrong in saying I think we're all sick of it. But me and Allison are just the only ones that actively say so, so directly. Luther is disappointed. Ben is the worst offender of coddling all of your bad habits. Vanya vacillates so hard between hating all of us so much that she can't stand the sight of us, to being too terrified to say the wrong thing to us to even speak to most of us. But I really doubt anyone is chomping at the bits to have to go pick up the pieces Klaus has blown himself into again, over the same old shit that he always does it for."
Diego knows everything he's saying is harsh, but honestly, he doesn't care. He's kept most of this to himself for too long, and he's just tired from holding it all in. And sometimes harsh is what people need to snap them back into reality. "Do you realize that I've spent probably more than three-quarters of our time here since that last big OD of yours, just waiting for you to do it again? Because I don't have any reason to believe your half-assed committal to being clean. All you're doing is keeping one foot in that door, keeping it so much easier to slide right back to it again." For a moment, his voice drops the harsh edge it's had through all of the rest of this. "You're not doing yourself any favors, Klaus. If you want to get clean, get clean." But this is a topic too hard for him not to feel strongly about, and that same sharpness comes back a moment late, "Otherwise, stop parading around like you're doing something so grand because, hey, at least it's not coke or heroin, right? That's all that matters, isn't it? Who cares if you continue the same goddamn behavior without it."
There's a pause as he considers that last statement, tilting his head back to stare up at his brother. Twists that statement into a question to push him to answer. "So there's another question for you, Klaus: What's left to take the fall of all those bad decisions, so you don't have to, if the drugs you blamed it all on aren't in the equation anymore?"
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"I asked, didn't I?" The words are practically a challenge, eyebrow lifted in defiance of that half-laughed out, hollow statement. But it isn't long before he adds, "Or are you just going to tell me it's because you're scared, and traumatized? Because newsflash, Klaus, you aren't the only one Dad fucking traumatized! He did it to all of us, in specifically tailored ways, and it isn't a goddamn contest you can win, as to who has it the worst." Because if that's all he was going to say? Yeah. He's right. He doesn't want to hear the same, tired excuse that he's been spinning since Diego could remember.
"The ghosts. The crypt. The dark. Those are things you run from regularly. They are not the reason you run from us. So try. again." His words are spoken slowly, bitten off in sharp points, because Klaus isn't the only one that's tired. Diego is tired of the circular way every conversation with Klaus comes back to this. Of trying to help him, when it's so clear all he wants to do is go trip face-first into a pile of cocaine. Or jam a needle in veins that have been so abused through the years that it's probably hard for him to even find one that he hasn't blown out at one time or another. Toss a handful of unknown pills down his throat just to see what happens. It's stupid. It's all so stupid and Diego can't even pretend to understand the logic of an addict. A junkie, because Klaus really is more that, than just the subtle, softer sound of addict.
"Because this isn't just everything of the last two decades. It's more and more here, being piled on top of it, too. Every time something blows up, you dip out. You can't stay here, you have to go crash on someone's couch for a week. For fuck's sake, you're talking to Allison right now like you don't even fucking live here! And that is some of the most emotionally manipulative fucking bullshit I've seen from you yet." He scoffs and shakes his head, "You try to carve sympathy out of everyone around you and the second someone stops trying to coddle you and be real with you, you flip out and try to turn things around on them, pointing fingers at everyone else, all while you never own up to your own part in anything.
"It's bullshit and I don't think I'm wrong in saying I think we're all sick of it. But me and Allison are just the only ones that actively say so, so directly. Luther is disappointed. Ben is the worst offender of coddling all of your bad habits. Vanya vacillates so hard between hating all of us so much that she can't stand the sight of us, to being too terrified to say the wrong thing to us to even speak to most of us. But I really doubt anyone is chomping at the bits to have to go pick up the pieces Klaus has blown himself into again, over the same old shit that he always does it for."
Diego knows everything he's saying is harsh, but honestly, he doesn't care. He's kept most of this to himself for too long, and he's just tired from holding it all in. And sometimes harsh is what people need to snap them back into reality. "Do you realize that I've spent probably more than three-quarters of our time here since that last big OD of yours, just waiting for you to do it again? Because I don't have any reason to believe your half-assed committal to being clean. All you're doing is keeping one foot in that door, keeping it so much easier to slide right back to it again." For a moment, his voice drops the harsh edge it's had through all of the rest of this. "You're not doing yourself any favors, Klaus. If you want to get clean, get clean." But this is a topic too hard for him not to feel strongly about, and that same sharpness comes back a moment late, "Otherwise, stop parading around like you're doing something so grand because, hey, at least it's not coke or heroin, right? That's all that matters, isn't it? Who cares if you continue the same goddamn behavior without it."
There's a pause as he considers that last statement, tilting his head back to stare up at his brother. Twists that statement into a question to push him to answer. "So there's another question for you, Klaus: What's left to take the fall of all those bad decisions, so you don't have to, if the drugs you blamed it all on aren't in the equation anymore?"