an eyebrow rises in question as he looks at the woman before him, he knows her, that much is true, & yet he feels like he doesn’t know her at all ( to recognize a familiar face doesn’t mean much after all to a man who can’t trust half of the faces he sees on the street ) ❝ aren’t you my brother’s friend ? ❞
perhaps it was a weird thing to say ; to bring diego into this before his own GRATITUDE. ❝ diego i mean, i can’t believe he’s told you much about me. ❞ silence only interrupted by the flicker of his lighter & the sharp inhale of a pair of lungs willing to DROWN. ❝ i’m klaus, the guy you saved in that motel room. even if i imagine it didn’t leave much of an impression on you, considering that saving poor unfortunate souls is somewhat of your job description. isn’t it, DETECTIVE ? ❞
@detctiv // ♡ this random starter call














