There's that buzz in his ear again. Except... it isn't, not really. He can feel it almost as much as he hears it and it's so annoying, but he refuses to let it distract him out of this conversation right now. He just runs a hand over his ear and across the back of his head and tries to ignore it.
"That's good, Klaus. I...I'm glad that you turned it away when it was offered." He hates that he can't say it more direction-- "I'm proud of you."-- but it's as close as he can manage. He's not good with this sort of thing, and he hopes that Klaus can at least hear it in the tone and inflections in his voice. Maybe it wasn't a perfect sobriety, but honestly, if Diego had to choose between letting his brother keep pot in his life or continuing to throw whatever new poison came into his life next to quiet the ghosts that haunted him? He'd gladly vote for the first, every time.
He huffs softly, "I think that might be a stretch, honestly." he casts a quick, cursory glance around the room they're in before shrugging a little. "This whole place seems pretty empty, mostly." At least as much of it as he's seen so far.
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"That's good, Klaus. I...I'm glad that you turned it away when it was offered." He hates that he can't say it more direction-- "I'm proud of you."-- but it's as close as he can manage. He's not good with this sort of thing, and he hopes that Klaus can at least hear it in the tone and inflections in his voice. Maybe it wasn't a perfect sobriety, but honestly, if Diego had to choose between letting his brother keep pot in his life or continuing to throw whatever new poison came into his life next to quiet the ghosts that haunted him? He'd gladly vote for the first, every time.
He huffs softly, "I think that might be a stretch, honestly." he casts a quick, cursory glance around the room they're in before shrugging a little. "This whole place seems pretty empty, mostly." At least as much of it as he's seen so far.