[ Well... he could have believed Klaus and talked to him about it, but Ben's already told Diego his opinion on that and how he should apologize and he's not going to bring it up again for cheap points and satisfaction. But Ben doesn't want to dwell on the past. He wants to move forward. ]
What I'm saying is... he was there for me, too. As much as he could be. So- just keep that in mind.
[ Klaus has messed up a lot of things in his life. But Ben wants Diego to give him credit, for all the times Klaus has made him laugh over the years, talked to him even when it made people stare, held books open so Ben could read them, and a hundred other tiny things that had made his in-between spectral state at least bearable. ]
And now we can both be there for him. [ He doesn't know how he knows it is time to head back to bed - and hopefully for Diego to get some sleep too. It is just an intuition; a gut instinct like the one that told him Diego needed to talk in the first place.
Ben gets to his feet, straightening out his pajamas and bumping his arm against Diego's shoulder in a friendly, brotherly sort of way. This won't be the last of these talks they will have, he's sure. But he is feeling... better. He had missed this. ]
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[ Well... he could have believed Klaus and talked to him about it, but Ben's already told Diego his opinion on that and how he should apologize and he's not going to bring it up again for cheap points and satisfaction. But Ben doesn't want to dwell on the past. He wants to move forward. ]
What I'm saying is... he was there for me, too. As much as he could be. So- just keep that in mind.
[ Klaus has messed up a lot of things in his life. But Ben wants Diego to give him credit, for all the times Klaus has made him laugh over the years, talked to him even when it made people stare, held books open so Ben could read them, and a hundred other tiny things that had made his in-between spectral state at least bearable. ]
And now we can both be there for him. [ He doesn't know how he knows it is time to head back to bed - and hopefully for Diego to get some sleep too. It is just an intuition; a gut instinct like the one that told him Diego needed to talk in the first place.
Ben gets to his feet, straightening out his pajamas and bumping his arm against Diego's shoulder in a friendly, brotherly sort of way. This won't be the last of these talks they will have, he's sure. But he is feeling... better. He had missed this. ]
And each other.