[Diego may as well have been on a death march. He's grateful to Bruce for his help... wishing incredibly that it wasn't required, and dearly hoping that Mia isn't going to overreact.
Who is he kidding? Of course she is. This is the woman who got the call seven... eight years ago, the day he was poisoned. This is the woman who has absolutely no idea that anything's still wrong with him, because he's been keeping it from her.
Expertly, too. He's hidden his pills from her, only taking them when she's sleeping or otherwise occupied. He hasn't said a word about his condition. He hasn't even taken off his shirt, knowing she'd see the scars and know something was wrong.
He's still a little pale and shaky as he heads up the stairs to the apartment. Part of him wants to go somewhere else, delay it as long as possible. But he knows she'd never forgive him if he stayed away now... he'd never forgive himself ever.
So with his very best lawyer-look in place, he opens the door and steps inside as quietly as he can.]
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Who is he kidding? Of course she is. This is the woman who got the call seven... eight years ago, the day he was poisoned. This is the woman who has absolutely no idea that anything's still wrong with him, because he's been keeping it from her.
Expertly, too. He's hidden his pills from her, only taking them when she's sleeping or otherwise occupied. He hasn't said a word about his condition. He hasn't even taken off his shirt, knowing she'd see the scars and know something was wrong.
He's still a little pale and shaky as he heads up the stairs to the apartment. Part of him wants to go somewhere else, delay it as long as possible. But he knows she'd never forgive him if he stayed away now... he'd never forgive himself ever.
So with his very best lawyer-look in place, he opens the door and steps inside as quietly as he can.]