At first, Klaus is just as frustrated and confused as Diego is, sitting shakily in bed and pushing the blanket down over his lap, expression slightly dazed while his brows furrow. Annoyed that Diego is being so short with him when he hasn't done anything wrong, but not genuinely upset.

Except then Diego says he's pissed at him for some of the stuff he's said, that he had an overdose, and it's like getting slapped in the face. Immediately, a rush of righteous indignation underpinned with an intense hurt wash through Klaus, and he feels his throat go tight. It's so easy to forget, sometimes, when he's missing them, how his siblings can make him feel two inches tall in half a second - especially Ben and Diego, the ones whose opinions he cares about most.

"I didn't say shit to you, I haven't seen you in two months!" he says, voice obviously frustrated, and he lifts his left hand to push back through his hair, expression pinched with anger and hurt, "And I haven't done anything harder than a joint in over two fucking months. Not even alcohol! Whoever you were hanging out with, it wasn't me."