"And this-- these two things, that's... everything that is the basis for you talking like you don't live here and maybe moving out? Somehow deciding Allison is the worst of the worst here?" He can't fathom it. Allison has been livid with him several times; they've gotten into arguments more than once in all these months living together. He hasn't, not once, considered that he wasn't wanted here. That he had any reason to leave. "Jesus, Klaus, we're going to argue and fight and be pissy at each other-- it doesn't stop the fact that we're all trying to be better with each other, or that we'd rip someone to shreds for hurting one of us."
He really... really doesn't want to get on the topic of the journal, even as Klaus brings it up, because it's this gigantically polarizing thing, as bad as politics, the kind of thing that could really drive the nail in the coffin, here. "It really may not have happened, if he had never had the journal, Klaus... that's just...a fact, not an accusation. Dad's journals were giant guidebooks to everything about us."
He shakes his head. "How much of the last two months have been for same shit, Klaus? The same basic screw ups over and over. Nevermind the last decade.... you don't make up for twelve years of screw-ups in half a year in another universe, it's not that simple. It's- it's not even like there's some kind of scale to balance."
He sighs softly and and scrubs a hand down his face. "Just-- if you don't take anything else out of any of this, and God I hope you do, but if you don't... can you just stop calling yourself sober?" It may be smaller in the grand scheme of everything, but it's one of the things Diego has a big problem with, because it's a lie, a reality that Klaus isn't really ready to accept or handle, so he curbs it, but he hasn't stopped. And it's an insult to people fighting that same battle in themselves every day, to flippantly throw the word around the way he has been doing for months.
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He really... really doesn't want to get on the topic of the journal, even as Klaus brings it up, because it's this gigantically polarizing thing, as bad as politics, the kind of thing that could really drive the nail in the coffin, here. "It really may not have happened, if he had never had the journal, Klaus... that's just...a fact, not an accusation. Dad's journals were giant guidebooks to everything about us."
He shakes his head. "How much of the last two months have been for same shit, Klaus? The same basic screw ups over and over. Nevermind the last decade.... you don't make up for twelve years of screw-ups in half a year in another universe, it's not that simple. It's- it's not even like there's some kind of scale to balance."
He sighs softly and and scrubs a hand down his face. "Just-- if you don't take anything else out of any of this, and God I hope you do, but if you don't... can you just stop calling yourself sober?" It may be smaller in the grand scheme of everything, but it's one of the things Diego has a big problem with, because it's a lie, a reality that Klaus isn't really ready to accept or handle, so he curbs it, but he hasn't stopped. And it's an insult to people fighting that same battle in themselves every day, to flippantly throw the word around the way he has been doing for months.