Oh, oh, keep it on the low, you're still in love with me but your friends don't know,

If you wanted me you would just say so, and if I were you, I would never let me go,

I don't mean no harm, I just miss you on my arm, wedding bells were just alarms, caution tape around my heart,

You ever wonder what we could have been?

You said you wouldn't and you fucking did, lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix,

Now all my drinks and all my feelings are all fucking mixed,

Always missing people that I shouldn't be missing, sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance,

I know that I control my thoughts and I should stop reminiscing, but I learned from my dad that it's good to have feelings

DPOV

Going to the funeral is a mistake. The first thing he sees is Vanya and Allison hugging in the entryway to the parlor. He frowns at the sight until Luther comes into the room and then he really wants to leave. Klaus follows and Diego is actually pretty glad to see him until he remembers that Klaus talked to Vanya two days ago and then he's unhappy again. Not a Klaus but at the fact that he seems to have a pretty good relationship with Vanya. So does Allison. Luther ignores her in favor of staring at Allison, the same way he always has.

Vanya starts to speak to him and he pulls his anger around him tightly and ignores her as he addresses Allison before escaping up the stairs. Incidentally, that leaves Eudora in the parlor with his dysfunctional family. He tries not to think about that and hopes that today, of all days, she will keep her silence regarding Vanya.

He's in his old room, looking around at all of his old things, things he hasn't seen in more than a decade. A light rap on his doorframe, the tapping of small knuckles, brings him around to see the one person he doesn't want to see. At least, the person he doesn't want to see him.

"You okay?" Vanya asks him softly as she moves into the room, nearly closing the door so that only a crack of space is visible. It offers the illusion of privacy while letting him know he can still escape. Something she'd started doing when they were young. Diego can't stand to feel trapped.

"Why are you here?"

"It's his funeral, Go." Her voice is low and his eyes narrow at the old nickname. She called him 'Go' because she said it was faster and he was always going. He thought it was stupid and silly but he'd never managed to get her to stop.

"And?" He asks her, stepping into her space and crowding her. And intimidation technique. "I was pretty sure you didn't care."

Vanya has never intimidated easy, despite being ordinary. Maybe it has something to do with growing up with superhuman siblings, Sur Reginald as a father, the AI Grace as a mother, and the chimp Pogo as a butler-slash-friend. Whatever it is, it frustrates him as she tilts her chin up and doesn't give an inch. His stomach presses to her chest, her chin tilting further so she can keep her eyes on his as he looks down into honey colored doe eyes.

"Just because he didn't care doesn't mean that I don't. He was still my father, as much as I hate to say it." She whispers the words as if they won't mean as much if only Diego hears her. As if she doesn't have to admit that she has a heart that could still feel something for someone as terrible as Sir Reginald. And yet, she can't feel the same for Diego. And he can't hold it in anymore, not today, because he feels something for his father, too.

"Why can you love him and not me?" The words are a desperate and angry whisper. A plea for her to tell him that he's not worse than that man, that he's worth something.

This, this is the thing that makes her take a step back. But Diego won't let her run this time. He reaches out, quick as lightning, and grabs her arms, feeling how small she is. It's been a long time since he's let himself touch her or even think about touching her.

"Tell me."

Vanya doesn't move from his grip though they both know that he'd let her go if she really wanted to. He let her go before. He's pretty sure he could do it again.

"I've always loved you." She tells him with a furrowed brow as if she can't believe he doesn't know. "Always, Diego. But neither of us could be trapped in this house and that's exactly what would have happened. Yo would've wanted me to stay to protect me and I would have. And I couldn't."

"I would've gone with you."

"No. You wouldn't have. You only left because there was nothing here for you anymore. And you needed out just as much as I did."

A tear escapes Vanya's eye and he releases her to cup her cheek, wiping the tear with his thumb as he steps even closer. She breathes in sharply as his other hand moves up her arm and over her shoulder ending at the back of her head, cupping her skull and tangling in the soft locks of her hair.

"Don't." She whispers and it sounds less like a demand and more like a plea.

Diego moves slowly, leaning down and pressing his forehead to hers. Her eyes close and then so do his as she releases a shaky exhale. Her hands come up and rest on his forearms like she's thinking of using them to pull herself up. Or pull his hands away from her.

"Do you remember the last time we were in here together?" His mouth moves but the sound is so low the words are nearly imperceptible. But he knows she hears because her breath hitches in a different way and her fingers tighten lightly before releasing again and he knows she's hoping he didn't notice.

"We shouldn't be here." Vanya answers him and he opens his eyes to look at her, pulling away slightly to get a better look and he sees her eyes dart towards the desk and then the bed. Yeah, she remembers.

On a whim, Diego turns them quickly and backs her up into the desk, much like he did back then. Her hips hit the desk and her back leans over it as he presses into her, watching her pupils dilate until her eyes are black. This is one thing she didn't put in her supposed tell-all book.

He plants his hands on the empty surface and watches her tiny fingers grip the edge as she looks away and bites her lip. He's not sure of his intentions, he'd began by wanting to see what she would admit to, what she would say or do. Now, he wants to see how far she'll let him go, what she'll let him do. Just like the last time.

"Van-ya." He draws her name out in a sing-song tone, the one she'd said was scary and sexy, and wonders if she'll react to it. She does, her head snapping back as she looks back up at him and he takes his chance, pressing his lips against hers.

The kiss is chaste, in the technical sense. But it's full of anger and passion and lust and love and need. And that makes it something else.

It's not until he hears footsteps in the hallway that he realizes that the bedroom door is open and Klaus, Allison, Luther, and somehow, Five is standing there gaping at them. And then the front door slams and he realizes that the footsteps were Eudora.

2x7

When love and trust are gone, I guess this is moving on, everyone I do right does me wrong, so every lonely night I sing this song,

I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you, don't want to but I can't put nobody else above you,

I hate you, I love you, I hate that I want you,

You want her, you need her, and I'll never be her,

All alone I watch you watch her, like she's the only girl you've ever seen,

You don't care you never did, you don't give a damn about me,

Yeah, all alone I watch you watch her, she is the only thing you ever see,

How is it you never notice, that you are slowly killing me?

I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you, don't want to but I can't put nobody else above you,

I hate you, I love you, I hate that I want you,

You want her, you need her, and I'll never be her

EPOV

She'll never understand why she thought this was a good idea. She just doesn't know. The original meeting with the family wasn't too bad until Diego snapped at Vanya and she was surprised at the venom in his tone. He'd disappeared up the stairs and Eudora had been pulled into a conversation with Allison and Klaus.

It is a while later that she notices Vanya had disappeared and her heart sinks. But this is a big house, he could be anywhere and she could be on the other side. It's entirely plausible. A bright light outside catches the families attention and while they head out, she heads for the stairs. To see if Diego is okay.

Hearing voices, she walks towards them and finds herself at a partially closed door with a brass number two on the outside.

"Don't." Eudora hears the soft whisper and her stomach starts knotting up again. The tone is off and doesn't match the word.

Stepping carefully, she presses her fingers to the door and eases it open. The occupants are completely unaware as she stands in the doorway, her cheeks heating, her eyes filling, and her hands shaking.

Diego presses his forehead to Vanya's and Eudora can't see their faces. Vanya's back is to her but it's a testament to his distractedness that he doesn't notice the door or Eudora. Vanya's slim, long fingers grip his arms but that's all she does as Eudora considers clearing her throat, or yelling, or simply walking away. But she's stuck, her feet glued to the floor.

"Do you remember the last time we were in here together?" The words are barely audible but Eudora is just close enough and the house is just quiet enough that she can hear them. And she wishes she hadn't because they send her mind racing as Vanya's grip tightens.

"We shouldn't be here." Vanya's voice is clearer but still low and Eudora finds herself a little bit grateful that at least one of them has some sense, though she doubts it's her that Vanya is thinking of.

Diego moves back and still he doesn't see Eudora, his eyes only focused on the small woman in front of him. His eyes light and he turns them, walking them towards the lone desk in the room and nearly bending Vanya over backwards along the top of it.

His hands go to the heavy, dark surface as Vanya's grip the edge in a white knuckle grip, fingers digging into the wood. If she was strong like Luther is supposed to be the desk would break under her grip. There are footsteps behind her and she doesn't have to turn to know it's the rest of the Hargreeves family. They all stop in their tracks at the sight of her before crowding around the door and gasping, brows raising in surprise.

"Van-ya." Diego sounds different, she's never heard him talk like that and in another situation she'd have chills racing up her spine. Instead, it's dread that does the racing as she tries to make her feet move. Vanya looks up at the tone, her head moving so quickly she must get whiplash and then Diego has his mouth on hers. The force of it and the heat behind it unglues her from her spot and she can't take it anymore.

Eudora turns away and runs down the hall, none of the family following her, too busy watching the spectacle behind her. She counts herself lucky as she makes it out the front door and races down the street to try to catch a cab.

She can feel the tears threatening and she's angry when Diego catches up with her. His lips are slightly swollen and she looks passed him, up the street, to the gate of The Umbrella Academy. She sees Vanya leave the house with a slightly familiar, younger boy at her side and head in the opposite direction. Diego turns to see what she's looking at and Eudora can see the pain in his eyes. The longing.

"Just go, Diego." Eudora tells him and he turns back to her with a frown. It's not that she didn't know that this was coming, it's that she hadn't expected it to happen this way. She hadn't expected to be confronted with the reality of it, the veracity of Diego's love for Vanya. "We both knew it was over. It has been for a while. I just figured we could make it official after the funeral."

A bitter laugh escapes her and she puts her hands over her face for a moment, trying to calm her emotions. She doesn't want this to end in a fight, as much as Diego might deserve it. She definitely doesn't want to fight on a street corner where everyone can hear their business.

"Just go."

Diego looks at her sadly and nods, backing away before turning and heading after Vanya as Eudora turns and hails a cab.

2x7