As he climbed the stairs to the penthouse level, Diego felt a sensation of bittersweetness. Leaving was sad, but arriving was happy. Arriving just to leave, however, was in the No Man's Land between the two. He stood before the door to P3, one hand slipped casually in his pocket while he knocked on the door with his other.
The door opened, and he responded to Vlad's smile with one of his own. "Oh, I know!" he said as he stepped inside. "But I am always on the move, eh? And New York is such an important city. I will be back one day, I am sure of it." Chuckling, he waited for Vlad to close the door before pushing a hand through his hair. "But for now, let's not dwell on the future. How have you been, my friend?"