He frowns a little and watches as Klaus tugs the shirt off and the wounds come into a very clear sort of focus. Not that he's never seen his siblings with some pretty wicked marks, but it's been awhile, especially with Klaus. He hadn't been in the middle of any huge battles in... well, Diego wouldn't know the exact number to put to it, if he's completely honest with himself. "Jesus, Klaus..." he mutters quietly.
"A brain scrambling beam?" His gaze slides up to Klaus' face again. "What-- are you okay? I mean- I-- that sounds awful and...potentially permanent..." Which is kind of terrifying, when it's stated quite so plainly.
He frowns a little when Klaus says he doesn't hear the noise. "Seriously? You're not fucking with me?"
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"A brain scrambling beam?" His gaze slides up to Klaus' face again. "What-- are you okay? I mean- I-- that sounds awful and...potentially permanent..." Which is kind of terrifying, when it's stated quite so plainly.
He frowns a little when Klaus says he doesn't hear the noise. "Seriously? You're not fucking with me?"