Klaus shrugs his left shoulder when Diego breathes his name out like that, and picks up the shirt, wincing a little as he slides it over his head again, hands moving to pull the sleeves down his arms, green eyes locked on his brother across the room.

"Not permanent, but I did get hit with them twice. This was the first one..." he gestures vaguely at his shoulder, and then, "The second one, I got a nasty concussion, just bleeding everywhere, but Drake took care of me..."

His voice trails off at that, and a wave of loneliness washes over him and he tries to tamp it down again, biting his lower lip for just a moment to distract himself.

"Anyway, no, I'm not fucking with you. Robot war."