"You're right. You don't have to live with her. Or me, or any of us. Or even here, in this house at all. Because that's been the whole point all along," Which, until this second, Diego wasn't completely convinced that Klaus was fully understanding-- and he still feels like what he says next might be the truest point in the whole living here or not situation for his brother. "If that's all it takes for you to wanna get out of here, maybe you weren't ready to be here in the first place, Klaus."
Diego had been here from the moment it was decided there would be a house for the entire family to be in, at any time, for any reason, or not at all if that's what they chose. Along with Allison and Luther, Diego has completely be 'in' on the idea of it from day one. There was no doubt in his mind, after showing up in a weird world that wasn't engulfed in flames, the only place he wanted to be was with his siblings. He personally couldn't picture being anywhere else. At home? Sure, it could be easily different, but this place, where nothing was the same, and everything was too off-kilter to be normal, he wanted the only thing that had any hope or chance of grounding him-- his family.
Whatever Diego may be able to deal with and handle, it's Klaus' next point that Four barrels into like a battering ram that sends his head into a spin, lights up his so easily reachable anger in an instant, bright and white-hot. "Fuck you, Klaus." There's something sharp and awful at even having one finger of blame directed at him for Klaus' near-dive into whatever the nearest dealer might shove him toward. Some logical part of him realizes that choice can't ever be his fault, but logic isn't what latches onto that blame. It rises in the back of his throat, acrid and noxious; ties sharp knots in his stomach that wind up to his chest. His voice is thick when he speaks, "I don't blame you for everything. I just want you to accept and own what is yours in it-- home, here, both."
There is only one answer to last that question, and it is burning at the end of Diego's tongue before the words die on Klaus' lips. He moves to stand close, nearly nose-to-nose with his brother, and his voice is low and quiet, not threatening, but still absolutely serious. "Until you learn from it." That will be his ending note-- he can't handle any of this any more. He doesn't even give Klaus time to say anything else before he turns and leaves the room to go down the hall, and back to his own room.
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Diego had been here from the moment it was decided there would be a house for the entire family to be in, at any time, for any reason, or not at all if that's what they chose. Along with Allison and Luther, Diego has completely be 'in' on the idea of it from day one. There was no doubt in his mind, after showing up in a weird world that wasn't engulfed in flames, the only place he wanted to be was with his siblings. He personally couldn't picture being anywhere else. At home? Sure, it could be easily different, but this place, where nothing was the same, and everything was too off-kilter to be normal, he wanted the only thing that had any hope or chance of grounding him-- his family.
Whatever Diego may be able to deal with and handle, it's Klaus' next point that Four barrels into like a battering ram that sends his head into a spin, lights up his so easily reachable anger in an instant, bright and white-hot. "Fuck you, Klaus." There's something sharp and awful at even having one finger of blame directed at him for Klaus' near-dive into whatever the nearest dealer might shove him toward. Some logical part of him realizes that choice can't ever be his fault, but logic isn't what latches onto that blame. It rises in the back of his throat, acrid and noxious; ties sharp knots in his stomach that wind up to his chest. His voice is thick when he speaks, "I don't blame you for everything. I just want you to accept and own what is yours in it-- home, here, both."
There is only one answer to last that question, and it is burning at the end of Diego's tongue before the words die on Klaus' lips. He moves to stand close, nearly nose-to-nose with his brother, and his voice is low and quiet, not threatening, but still absolutely serious. "Until you learn from it." That will be his ending note-- he can't handle any of this any more. He doesn't even give Klaus time to say anything else before he turns and leaves the room to go down the hall, and back to his own room.