Diego sighed as he dug through the fridge. He had missed dinner, forced to work overtime because a huge bust had come up at the end of his shift and it had been an all hands-on deck kind of thing. Diego hated drug busts, seeing the junkies sprawled out across the grass in handcuffs always made him think of Klaus and how things could have turned out for him. One of the junkies had started having seizures when they had cuffed him and everyone had scrambled to get an ambulance there for the guy. Diego hated drugs. He hoped that Klaus was asleep. Hoped that he could put the conversation that he knew he would have to have with his brother for another time when the reminders of what drugs could do wasn't quite so fresh in his head. Eudora had mentioned to him that Klaus had been exceptionally twitchy when they had gone to the craft store and that she had lost him for thirty minutes at the mall only to find him sitting in the food court with a dazed look on his face. She hadn't said it but he knew it was on both their minds.

Klaus was using again.

Diego had noticed it too. Klaus was sleeping better which should have been a good thing but the sudden stop of the night terrors and screaming in his sleep was too good to be true. He was taking something to stop the dreams. He was talking more too. Something that shouldn't have worried Diego, Klaus had been a chatterbox as a kid, but since the rape Klaus had been mostly non-verbal except in rare instances with Diego.

Diego grabbed the Tupperware container that held what looked like the stir-fry Klaus had been planning on making for dinner and shoved it in the microwave. While it was warming up, he headed over to Klaus' room and slowly opened the door. Klaus was sitting facing away from him on the bed, smoke curling from the blunt in his hand.

"Klaus." Diego said sharply and the other man jumped, dropping the blunt. He hurried to turn to face Diego, his movements uncoordinated telling Diego that he had more than just that blunt.

"Di-Diego." Klaus stuttered, his eyes wide with fright. Diego grit his teeth together.

"Why?" He asked and Klaus averted his gaze, looking over at the wall.

"I donno." He said and Diego knew he was lying. Why was he fucking lying?!

"Get out." Diego snarled. Klaus snapped back to look at him, his mouth opening to say something but Diego didn't give him the chance to argue. He surged forward, grabbing Klaus by the thin shirt he was wearing and hauled him to the door.

"I told you that you had to stay clean. Get out." Diego snarled again, yanking the door open and shoving Klaus out. He slammed the door shut and sagged against it. All the anger of his brother's betrayal rushed out of him leaving the bone aching grief and an empty sort of hollowness. The microwave beeped to tell him his food was ready but Diego ignored it and headed for his bedroom.