Silence. It's all that he said is greeted with. A nearly endless, slow, dragging thing, that after a few minutes, Diego is convinced Klaus might allow to go forever. There's a tension tight enough to snap in the air of the room. A clear frustration rolling off of his brother in waves, undercut by an equally obvious sort of bone-deep exhaustion that Diego recognizes almost instantly-- because he's just as tired of the circular nature of all of this, too, from the other side of it.
He waits patiently for Klaus to say something. Anything. To turn on his heel and rant and rave back at him. Fall into the bait of the argument, like they are both prone to do at times. But it never comes. Diego is only met with more silence to wait out.
Diego refuses to be the one to break the quiet. He's said his piece, now it's Four's turn to actually explain his own internal reasoning for doing the things he does.
Except. It never comes. Nothing ever comes.
The silence just keeps dragging on. And on. And on. Until Diego is almost certain that his brother has just decided to check out of the conversation, completely ignoring him now.
Until--
Diego's features crack into a scoff and an expression full of bewilderment. "Wow. Really? That's all you have to say to all of that?" He shakes his head, a mirthless, hollow laugh escaping him. "You didn't even answer my question-- though I guess that speaks volume enough, all on its own." After all, silence, lack of explanation, of defense, can all be just as telling as the words that come pouring out of someone.
"How do you think that's the answer to everything? Do you somehow think that if you leave, that all your problems disappear? Because that isn't going to happen, Klaus. That isn't how it works. Problems don't just get swept under a rug to be forgotten entirely if you ignore it long enough-- it follows you, no matter where you go, until you put your foot down and truly work to change it." He's been figuring that out in the hardest way with Vanya, and all the ways he keeps screwing up with her.
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He waits patiently for Klaus to say something. Anything. To turn on his heel and rant and rave back at him. Fall into the bait of the argument, like they are both prone to do at times. But it never comes. Diego is only met with more silence to wait out.
Diego refuses to be the one to break the quiet. He's said his piece, now it's Four's turn to actually explain his own internal reasoning for doing the things he does.
Except.
It never comes.
Nothing ever comes.
The silence just keeps dragging on. And on. And on. Until Diego is almost certain that his brother has just decided to check out of the conversation, completely ignoring him now.
Until--
Diego's features crack into a scoff and an expression full of bewilderment. "Wow. Really? That's all you have to say to all of that?" He shakes his head, a mirthless, hollow laugh escaping him. "You didn't even answer my question-- though I guess that speaks volume enough, all on its own." After all, silence, lack of explanation, of defense, can all be just as telling as the words that come pouring out of someone.
"How do you think that's the answer to everything? Do you somehow think that if you leave, that all your problems disappear? Because that isn't going to happen, Klaus. That isn't how it works. Problems don't just get swept under a rug to be forgotten entirely if you ignore it long enough-- it follows you, no matter where you go, until you put your foot down and truly work to change it." He's been figuring that out in the hardest way with Vanya, and all the ways he keeps screwing up with her.