He listens to Klaus explain who this Drake guy is and he can tell-- in the way he keeps his voice soft, the refusal to really look at him as he speaks, the fidgeting-- that whoever he is, he managed to become important to Klaus in the short time he was in that last place. Hadriel.
"He helped you get clean?" Well. The guy gets bonus points for that one, it's the exact opposite of what Klaus' friends back in Jeopardy were doing for him. Providing the drugs and enabling him, instantly slotting themselves onto Diego's shit-list. He'd nearly pummeled Cassidy on more than one occasion even in just the month and a half or so he'd been in that world.
He almost can't stop himself, the need to ask even the hardest of questions suddenly just overwhelming. "You're gonna stay that way, right?" His voice is softer than usual, here, too, bordering on something almost desperately hopeful.
He knows it won't be easy, that no matter how many days away from the last time he took a hit or shot the temptations would always exist and burn under his skin. But it doesn't mean Klaus can't stick to a decision he's made. For himself, even if Diego hates to admit that; that it wouldn't matter at all if it were for anyone else, because addicts can't put their dependency in someone else's hands. It never works that way-- people disappoint, people screw up, people break trust. The only person anyone can successfully put their addiction and recovery on is themselves. And it kills Diego to know there is nothing he can do to change that, or make the process any easier on his brother. He's too much of a fixer and a doer to sit by idly and watch, but it's all he can do in this case. Sit and watch and hope it could be different this time.
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"He helped you get clean?" Well. The guy gets bonus points for that one, it's the exact opposite of what Klaus' friends back in Jeopardy were doing for him. Providing the drugs and enabling him, instantly slotting themselves onto Diego's shit-list. He'd nearly pummeled Cassidy on more than one occasion even in just the month and a half or so he'd been in that world.
He almost can't stop himself, the need to ask even the hardest of questions suddenly just overwhelming. "You're gonna stay that way, right?" His voice is softer than usual, here, too, bordering on something almost desperately hopeful.
He knows it won't be easy, that no matter how many days away from the last time he took a hit or shot the temptations would always exist and burn under his skin. But it doesn't mean Klaus can't stick to a decision he's made. For himself, even if Diego hates to admit that; that it wouldn't matter at all if it were for anyone else, because addicts can't put their dependency in someone else's hands. It never works that way-- people disappoint, people screw up, people break trust. The only person anyone can successfully put their addiction and recovery on is themselves. And it kills Diego to know there is nothing he can do to change that, or make the process any easier on his brother. He's too much of a fixer and a doer to sit by idly and watch, but it's all he can do in this case. Sit and watch and hope it could be different this time.