[There was a wild sort of satisfaction to actually physically attacking his father. The kind of thing he may have thought of and dreamed up doing a million times, but he never dared actually make a move on the man when he was alive. How could he? Between every single move any of them made being monitored and all the ways Reginald had to make Diego kowtow to him.
But he's still caught off-guard when the nightmare-Dad reaches for him and instead, it meets Ben's fist. It's seconds as it happens, even though it all feels like it's happening in slow-motion, and then the boys are on the run. Diego didn't take the time to question it when Ben said to, he just booked it right on his brother's heels, as quickly as he could.
He slows to a stop as Ben leans heavily against a wall, hands on his hips and he mutters a quiet:]
Jesus.
[For a moment, he's focused more on just trying to catch his breath-- he may be in shape, but there's something about fear, adrenaline, and running all added together that really takes a toll. He looks over at Ben and sees the way his features are cracking across the surface; it's a sight that tugs at something in his chest.]
Anything feel broken? [He asks, reaching for Ben's hand, but not actually taking it in case he doesn't want Diego to check it out.
There's a moment or two before he quietly, carefully asks:]
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But he's still caught off-guard when the nightmare-Dad reaches for him and instead, it meets Ben's fist. It's seconds as it happens, even though it all feels like it's happening in slow-motion, and then the boys are on the run. Diego didn't take the time to question it when Ben said to, he just booked it right on his brother's heels, as quickly as he could.
He slows to a stop as Ben leans heavily against a wall, hands on his hips and he mutters a quiet:]
Jesus.
[For a moment, he's focused more on just trying to catch his breath-- he may be in shape, but there's something about fear, adrenaline, and running all added together that really takes a toll. He looks over at Ben and sees the way his features are cracking across the surface; it's a sight that tugs at something in his chest.]
Anything feel broken? [He asks, reaching for Ben's hand, but not actually taking it in case he doesn't want Diego to check it out.
There's a moment or two before he quietly, carefully asks:]
Are you okay?