feelreleased (feelreleased) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-01-27 08:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, diego, diego x haisley, haisley |
Who: Diego and Haisley
When: Late night, Saturday, June 2nd
Where: Overlook, home
Status: Complete
Haisley had no idea what time it was when she pulled out her phone to text Diego. The party was… well, sort of out of control. But it was fun. Haisley felt untouchable. She had no idea feeding off of all of these people would make her feel like she could fly. She couldn’t, of course, because she had tried. It didn’t matter. The feeling was still pretty nice. And there were so many kids there, a lot of whom talked to Haisley and boys who liked to touch her hair and get really close. It made her wish she could have gone to the school with them instead of just getting to know people in one night.
More important than anything, she had Ethan’s number. She had done it! She could be Mal and Jane’s spy and help in a way she hadn’t ever thought she could.
And now she was feeling foggy and a little dizzy and she could hear the splashes of the pool outside, along with shrieking laughter. There were people inside making out, some doing more than making out and it was so weird, but also… made her feel weird in a way that was both exhilarating and confusing.
It was starting to be a little overwhelming for her, so she made her way towards the front of the house, awkwardly thumbing in a message.
can u come gt me at this house in ovrlook? Itst the big one
It was way past Diego’s usual bedtime, but he was still awake, lying on his side and scrolling through his phone while Oliver slept beside him. His man had to work the next day, so he needed his rest, but Diego couldn’t seem to wind down enough to go to sleep. Haisley was out at a party, and he knew she might be able to get a ride from one of her new friends -- who hopefully wouldn’t be drunk -- and wouldn’t necessarily need him, but he felt compelled to make sure she got home. Was this what parents of teenagers dealt with all the time? It was ulcer-inducing.
When her text came through and made the phone buzz in his hand, Diego jumped a tiny bit. He carefully climbed out of bed, not wanting to disturb Oliver, and padded out of the room. ‘It’s the big one’ made him laugh softly, because they were all fucking big. Mostly he just felt relieved that she hadn’t been drugged and kidnapped and raped or gotten into a drunk driving car crash or one of the other horrible scenarios that were too easy to imagine with a teenage girl out late at night.
Ofc! he typed back. give me 10 mins then go stand outside, i’ll find you. you ok?
Despite having the phone in her hand, and waiting for Diego to reply, his text caused her to shriek, because it buzzed in her hand. But the fact that it scared her made her laugh. i'm fine! goo. i'm outdie waiting! there are 2 people doin it in the yard, so uit should be easy to find!
Haisley walked down the driveway to wait for Diego, ignoring the couple rolling around on the grass in Jules's yard. She was happy that it was warm outside and not rainy or freezing like it had been only a few weeks ago. Or what felt like a few weeks ago. She wasn't entirely sure just how warm Maine was supposed to be in June. While waiting, she studied the homes around her, imagining herself living in one someday. Would Diego and Oliver want to move to a big house? Jules had a pool and a bazillion rooms and a television that was maybe bigger than her bed.
She was busy fantasizing about having a big bedroom when she saw Diego's car coming down the street. Haisley waved and hurried to the edge of the street, trying not to stumble too much. She was so excited to see him and Haisley was grinning when she climbed into the car. Without thinking, she launched herself at Diego to hug him. "Thank you for picking me up! It would've sucked to walk home."
Filled with amused worry, Diego quietly got on shoes and a jacket and left the house. He could tell just from Haisley’s texts that she was drunk, and he was very glad she still had the presence of mind to text him for a ride instead of trusting anybody else to be sober enough to make it. She sounded happy, so he wasn’t too worried about the rest of her well-being. The few worries that had lingered dissipated as soon as Haisley made it into the car and pounced on him. He laughed and patted her arms, lightly clunking his head against hers. She smelled like beer and a party, but that was how it was supposed to be. She was smiling, that was what mattered. “I will pick you up anywhere at any time,” he told her, meaning every word. “Don’t ever walk home. But sit down and put your seatbelt on.” Diego was smiling as he said it, ruffling her hair with affection. “Did you have fun?”
Haisley didn't mind walking, but she definitely didn't want to walk home from here. Especially at night. Still, Haisley sat down and fumbled a bit with her seat belt before it clicked into place. "I had fun," she confirmed with an overexaggerated nod. It made her head swim wonderfully. "I... got Ethan's number. I talked to him! He's so tall, oh my god. Like.. eight feet tall. And he was nice. And I met other people too. Parties are so much fun. And like, boys? Super nice too." Haisley leaned back against the seat and sighed, happy to be heading home, despite the party. "Have you ever had rum and coke before? It’s like… a drink. An alcoholic drink."
Diego had obviously missed out on the ‘normal’ teenage experience, and even if he had been out in the world, he likely wouldn’t have been hitting on girls ... but that didn’t make him stupid. He’d been free long enough to have learned a lot about heterosexual relations. So Haisley’s line about boys made him groan a little, even as he was laughing. Of course they’d been super nice to her! Diego slowly backed out of the large drive, careful not to run over any stray teens, then got them on their way back home. “I have had rum and coke before, yes,” he said first, glancing over at her with a grin. “It’s delicious. You did a good job with Ethan, I’m proud of you. That was so brave, if he’s so tall. Be careful about boys though, okay? A lot of them are nice just to get what they want, then they turn not-nice.”
Haisley might have been full of alcohol and... other things... but she still felt insanely pleased when Diego said he was proud of her. She had done something right and even though she didn't get a ton of information, she got some. Rolling her head in his direction, Haisley studied him with amused confusion. "What? What'd they want? Like... money? 'Cause I don't have any of that. No one asked me for anything or anything like that." One guy smelled her hair, which she thought was kind of weird, but he didn't get mean with her after the fact.
It was impossible not to be proud of her, and Diego wondered if that was a universal parental thing too. She’d gone and done a scary thing -- or started a scary process, the espionage stakes were pretty low at a high school party, but still, Haisley had succeeded in her mission. He would’ve dwelled on that but for Haisley’s questions, and Eiego had to chuckle again, even as he winced a little. He’d made a promise to himself to be honest with her about the world, there was so much she didn’t know, but teaching her that some males were predatory -- but not them! -- was a tricky subject. “No, not money. ... I can’t speak for all of them, some might really just want to be your friend,” he said, glancing over at her. “But boys, especially at that age ... they’re very horny. And you’re a pretty girl. So it’s likely that some of them were just being nice to you to try and get you to have sex with them.”
While some other girls her age might have been embarrassed by the topic of conversation, Haisley was just confused, following quickly by curiosity. She wasn't totally stupid when it came to sex and all that. She'd just never been around anyone who wanted that from her, that she knew of. The few friends she did have never talked about it and while she knew Oliver and Diego had sex a lot, it was never anything that affected her directly. Sex was just something people did. But it sounded like some boys would be nice to get it and then be mean? That was kind of sucky. Did girls do the same thing? Would she be mean to a boy after he had sex with her? Her head was swimming with alcohol and sustenance and questions. After a moment of quiet thoughtfulness, Haisley glanced at Diego again. "Is it wrong to have sex with them if I want to? Not that I wanted to tonight or anything. I don't think I did... this one boy like... grabbed himself and called me sugar tits, but I thought that was because I had spilled something on my shirt. Do you think he wanted to have sex with me?"
He could recognize that this might not be the best circumstances to have this talk, and they should likely have a follow-up discussion, but Diego didn’t want to brush off her questions either. It was better that he give her a base of knowledge before she encountered this kind of shit through experience and got hurt. He’d opened his mouth to answer when she told him about the boy, and Diego frowned and shut it again for a second. “That’s ... well, I don’t know what he wanted. But ‘sugar tits’ is usually a demeaning thing to say to a woman,” he said. “It’s not a compliment. Usually anytime someone calls you a body part, it’s meant as a bad thing. But no, it’s not wrong to have sex with who you want to,” Diego continued, which was more important than some idiot boy who Diego currently wanted to punch in the face. “You can have sex with who you want, just ... please make sure you really do want to, and you’re not being pressured or doing it for anybody but yourself, okay? And always use protection.” Diego paused, then muttered, “Fuck, I should’ve sent condoms with you.”
Demeaning. Haisley frowned, feeling a little stung despite the fact that she had no idea who that boy had been. They had been talking to one another and he had smiled and everything. But according to Diego, 'sugar tits' was insulting. Haisley felt a little stupid for not picking up on it when it happened and it was probably a good thing that she hadn't felt guilty about feeding off of him. If she had, she certainly didn't now. She should have made him so hungry he gorged on food until he puked in front of everyone. If she ever saw him again, she would get back at him for being demeaning. Haisley pushed aside her darkening thoughts to smile at Diego. "It's okay. I didn't want to have sex with anyone there. At least I don't think I did. I wouldn't have sex with anyone without wanting to anyway. What fun would that be? I wouldn't expect anyone to have sex with me if they didn't want to. Seems stupid." Haisley blew out a breath between her lips and closed her eyes. Her stomach was starting to feel weird, so she rubbed it a little. "Ethan's super cute though. He told me his dad died in an accident... I kind of felt bad for him. Is that bad?"
Diego wasn’t sure he had the capacity to explain the nuances of sex and consent and relational obligation and how people did things they didn’t want to do all the time, especially not tonight. Haisley’s simple understanding that she didn’t owe anyone sex she didn’t want to give was enough for now. “It’s not fun without everybody wanting to, so ... keep that attitude,” he said with a faint smile. Being forced into sex was unfortunately something he’d learned very early, even before AIR got a hold of him. But he didn’t need to talk about that with his teenage adopted daughter. “It’s not bad,” he went on, clearing his throat a little. “It means you’re a nice person. But never forget what he’s involved in. Keep in mind everything he says could be a lie, okay? We don’t know how much he knows about anything, but that’s what we’re trying to find out.”
Diego knew a lot more about the world than Haisley did and she trusted him more than she trusted anyone else, so she nodded, hoping she would remember to keep his advice in mind in the future. She was more focused on Ethan now and how... normal... he had seemed. Maybe he had been lying to her, but Haisley couldn't imagine why he would when he didn't know who she was. Maybe his uncle was just making him lie to everyone. "He gave me his number," Haisley murmured again, despite the fact that she'd already said so. "He said we could hang out, so... I'll do that. I bet I could find out more." Haisley felt nauseous all of the sudden and she brought her hand up to her mouth. "Can you pull over?" Her words were muffled behind her hand. All she knew was that if she threw up in Diego's car she was going to feel really bad.
He had no doubts that Haisley could find out more, especially if she thought Ethan was ‘super cute,’ like she’d said. He had time to wonder guiltily if this wasn’t some sideways form of prostitution, but Haisley interrupted that thought with her request. Diego recognized that alarming tone and immediately started to quickly slow the car down and pull over. He was glad it was late and nobody was behind him, because he didn’t check the mirror until they were halfway on the shoulder. “Shit,” he whispered, then pulled up short to a stop. He should have thought to bring some bottled water with him, but he hadn’t. He wasn’t good at this dad thing yet.
Haisley just managed to get the door open before she leaned over and threw up, the seatbelt not giving her a lot of control. It burned her throat something awful and she could smell it in her sinuses. Rum. Coke. Some orange juice and vodka she'd had before leaving. It wasn't the first time Haisley had gotten sick, obviously, but it was the first time it made her head feel like it was cracking. Once she was sure she was finished, Haisley used her sleeve to wipe her nose and mouth. She desperately wanted to brush her teeth now. Slumping back against the seat, Haisley shut the door. "That was gross," she said before giggling. "Sorry. I don't think I want to drink again." She didn't really think she needed to either. She had started feeling really amazing once she started feeding. The alcohol had made her feel all kinds of emotions and now it made her puke. It definitely wasn't as fun.
While she was puking, Diego cringed with sympathy and looked around the car for anything that might help. Dammit, he should have thought to bring water, Gatorade, aspirin, a snack, all of those things that helped when one was drunk and feeling shitty. He patted her back before he reached for a half roll of mints tucked into the center console. “It can be fun, but yeah, it’s got its consequences if you do too much of it,” he answered, feeling a bit relieved that Haisley giggled at least. Diego offered her the mints. “Sorry I didn’t bring any water with me.” Diego was sure she would end up drinking again, because that was just how it went. He’d sworn off alcohol a few times himself during some miserable hangovers, it had yet to stick permanently. Haisley would learn her limits, just like everybody else did. Most people, anyway. Diego pulled back onto the road to take them home, vaguely amused now that his daughter was done throwing up.
Consequences, like puking. Had she had a lot to drink? Or was it the alcohol, mixed with everything else she had been doing? She didn't know but she also didn't care all that much. Her mouth tasted nasty and while she wished she had water, Haisley didn't blame Diego for not bringing any. How was he supposed to know she would need it? He had mints though, and she took them with a small smile, unwrapping one to pop into her mouth. "It's totally fine," she said, closing her eyes as she began to suck on the mint. It helped a little. "I'm totally fine. It was a fun party. People were doing all kinds of stuff. Some guys were jumping off the roof into the pool. Not the roof of the house, but like... a patio roof or whatever. And there was this huge water fountain in the pool and flowers everywhere." She rubbed her thumb along the bridge of her nose. "They have super nice houses there."
Diego wondered what ‘all kinds of stuff’ consisted of, but Haisley had already said there were kids fucking on the lawn, so he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that. God only knew what they were doing behind the closed doors. He huffed a bit at the roof jumping, thinking about how he could’ve made that even more fun for them. Was any part of him envious that Haisley was getting to experience a normal sort of teenagehood? Maybe a little. He’d had to learn to be pretty grown up right off the bat when Oliver had liberated him. He’d still had some wild times and drank too much, but nothing like he imagined a teenage party was like. “Yeah,” he said slowly as they drove out of Overlook. “They’re all pretty rich up here. I know our place is not much in comparison ... but I’m glad you had fun. And made some friends. Just ... don’t tell Oliver about the kids having sex on the yard, or he’ll give me that look.” Diego smiled fondly.
"I like our place though," Haisley said, only vaguely realizing that her fascination with the Overlook houses might come across as being dissatisfied with Seaview. "Like... maybe someday we'll have a bigger house? But we don't need a house like that, right? I'd get lost anytime I'd have to use the bathroom." Still, she was a little envious of the lavishness of it all. But she was happy where she was. Crunching into her mint, Haisley opened her bleary eyes to look at Diego, a smile playing at her lips. "Yeah, I won't tell him. Though if you guys had sex in the yard then maybe he'd understand how fun it is. I mean, if it is fun. They sounded like they were having fun. You should make friends too. Both of you, I mean. Like... friends you can have fun with. You guys stay home way too much."
It made Diego feel good that Haisley saw herself still with them in the future. He might have dispelled the notion that they would ever be in a house that was much bigger than what they already had, but honestly ... he didn’t know what the future held for them anymore. Maybe Shane had been right and they would all end up on some resort island in Costa Rica or someplace, hiding from AIR. Or maybe they would all be dead. But tonight wasn’t the time to float either of those by Haisley. Optimism, he had to project optimism, for her sake. “Nah, we don’t need a house like that,” he agreed with a lopsided grin. “Too much to clean anyway.” The prospect of he and Oliver having sex on a front lawn made him laugh, like that would ever happen. Diego nodded to the rest of what Haisley said, though. They did need fun friends. “You’re right,” he told her, glancing over. “I usually make friends faster than Oliver, he works so much ... but we’ve just been extra careful here. Never know who’s AIR. Be nice to find a good poker game to go to sometimes though.”
"You could probably do that with like... Shane. Or Jane." She giggled at how their names rhymed. The desire to curl up and sleep in her own bed was intensifying. At least the mint had taken most of the vomit taste from her mouth. "Or Mal, but he doesn't seem like a poker kind of guy and I bet he'd cheat a bunch. Or maybe not, if that's something God would send him to Hell for." Haisley might have laughed again, but the sound got stuck in her throat. "Just go out more... like... to do stuff. You'll meet people. Maybe Oliver has work friends and stuff." He was probably right though. They had to be careful. For all they knew, AIR was everywhere. She hoped not. She liked Point Pleasant and she wanted to stay for a while.
Diego thought that he wanted to make some friends outside of their group of AIR survivors too ... but he had to admit he liked both Jane and Shane, and thought they would be fun to play poker with. Or anything else, really. Mal, not so much. The way Haisley was counseling him on how to build a social circle was amusing, and Diego was grinning with appreciation by the time she was done. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, tossing her an amused glance. He reached over to pat her arm, only slightly awkward about it because he was driving. “You’re sweet to be concerned. Unless you’re just trying to get us out of the house so you can host a wild party of your own, hmm?” He grinned to show he was teasing. Mostly, anyway. They did need to get out of the house more.
Haisley snorted. "Yeah, right." She had met Ethan, which was good. And she had talked to a couple of other people around that big house, but none that she was likely to talk to again. No one had known who she was, after all. Besides, despite how comfortable their house was, it definitely wasn't big enough for a party. Not a good party anyway. "I don't really want anyone to know where I live. Where we live. Just for like... safety reasons." Rubbing her temple, Haisley squinted through the windshield. "Are we home yet?" She felt like maybe she might have to puke again. It wasn't happening yet but her stomach was feeling sour like before.
It was good to hear Haisley say that, even drunk. He wanted her to have fun, but that kind of caution was smart for people in their situation. He was sure their presence in Point Pleasant wouldn’t stay a secret to AIR for very much longer, but they wanted to preserve their anonymity as long as possible. “Not yet, maybe another five minutes,” he told her. “... let me know if you need me to pull over again.” Diego knew from experience how that nausea could come and go when one was drunk, especially when you were riding in a car. “Keep your eyes open, I always get the spins worse with them closed, but focus on something inside the car.”
Haisley nodded, which only made her head swim some more. But she opened her eyes like he said and tried to find something to focus on. Eventually she just found herself staring dumbly at the glove compartment, though her eyelids still felt heavy. It was like she was in a zone where her stomach wouldn't rebel against her and staring at one thing seemed to keep her head from throbbing worse. Having Diego there helped because he wasn't angry or disappointed in her for drinking. He trusted her, which made her feel good, despite how bad she felt physically. It was weird, because she had felt amazing at the party. Like no one could touch her. The alcohol tainted that somehow. "There were a lot of kids there with a lot of... of sins... or whatever. Like, a lot. The boy who called me sugar tits had a lot of lust and like... wrath. He seemed angry, even when he was smiling. And this group... of girls? It was like... so much pride and envy, but they were being really nice to each other? But it felt fake. I don't think I should drink when I feed off of people."
Diego would’ve been a huge hypocrite and unrealistic to be mad at her for drinking -- he’d made himself a pain in the ass to Oliver many times before he’d learned to handle his liquor, and Haisley wasn’t being nearly as annoying as he’d been. She was a teenager, they were programmed to explore, and she especially had reason to do so, spending most of her life locked up. Diego wanted her to learn the world so she could better survive in it. She’d done the smart thing and called him to pick her up, that was most of what he cared about. Haisley’s descriptions of what she felt were interesting, but not surprising, given what Diego had come to learn about people in general. “Might be better for you not to,” he agreed, giving her another glance. She looked pale even in the dark. “Maybe you’re like, double-drunk. People are like that a lot though, hiding what they really feel from everyone.” Diego slowed down to turn onto the road that led to Seaview, trying to take it easy for Haisley’s sake.
"Oh my god, double drunk! No one in the history of life has ever been double drunk. I'm the only one, I think." She giggled again. "It was so good though. I mean, it felt so good. All of those feelings and like... desires and stuff. It was just all out there for me and I felt like I could like... jump off the roof and fly. I didn't though." Her stomach clenched and Haisley instinctively closed her eyes again. They were almost home. She could wait until they were home. "Don't tell Oliver though, 'cause I don't want you to fight again." She knew they argued and it sucked, especially because she sometimes felt to blame for it. Maybe not her specifically, but the AIR stuff and Haisley was a part of that. "Don't tell him I got double drunk, okay?"
He couldn’t help but grin at Haisley’s silly enthusiastic words, but it faded some when she mentioned him and Oliver fighting. It was near impossible to hide that kind of thing from a girl who could sense and feed off of their anger, but Diego still hated that she was exposed to it so often these days. “I won’t tell him,” he promised. “I don’t think it would make us fight, so don’t worry about that, okay? But I won’t tell him.” He would give Oliver a general overview of what had happened, of course, but he would leave out the parts where Haisley obviously binged on ‘sins’ as well as alcohol. Diego pulled into the driveway of their mobile home and parked, killing the engine as he reached for his door. “Stay there, let me give you a hand,” he told her. He climbed out and hurried around to the passenger side to open Haisley’s door and help her out of the car if she needed it.
Haisley decided to believe him. Oliver wasn't mean or strict or anything. She understood a lot of his frustration came from worry and all that. But Haisley didn't want to disappoint him anymore than she wanted to disappoint Diego. With the door open, Haisley took Diego's hand, pausing once she got to her feet. Everything seemed to move beneath her and her stomach lurched. Thankfully nothing came up with it, though she could tell it was going to happen sooner or later. "I need the bathroom," Haisley said, bringing a hand up to her mouth. "I don't want to puke outside again." It was gross and she didn't want anyone nearby watching her puke. She clutched Diego's hand but started to hurry to the front door. It now felt like a race against time.
Diego was ready to catch and carry her if she couldn’t keep her balance -- she was a tiny thing, but he could make anyone light if he needed to -- but then the urgency kicked in and that was more important. He hurried with her up the small porch to the front door and jammed his key in the lock. Puking outside was probably better than doing it in the hall on the way to the bathroom, but Diego wasn’t going to argue. “Go, go, go,” he urged as he pushed the door open so Haisley could go first inside.
Getting there was a blur but Haisley managed to make it to the toilet in time. Sort of. Everything burned coming back up and she could have sworn she'd gotten rid of all the crappy stuff on the side of the road. But... nope, apparently not. At least she wasn't still at the party, puking in front of everyone. She'd become a total pariah with no hope of ever making friends if that happened. Every time she thought she was finished, her stomach would lurch again. Finally things began to settle inside her body and Haisley groaned, slumping down to lean against the tub. Seriously though, why did people like to do this so much? Wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve, she thought about standing but... no, she wasn't ready for that yet. So she got onto her knees and began to crawl out of the bathroom toward her bedroom. She looked ridiculous, and she knew it, but she was afraid if she stood she would vomit again. "Going to bed," she called out, her throat still hoarse. "Night!"
While Haisley was puking up her last fifteen meals into the toilet, Diego locked the house up, fetched some water and aspirin, then wet a wash cloth with warm water in the kitchen sink. In spite of their promises not to tell Oliver any sordid details, Diego thought with some sad amusement that he might wake up anyway with all the retching. He was waiting just outside the door when Haisley opened it and started to crawl out, and her loud voice gave Diego a start. That was definitely going to wake Oliver. “Shhh,” he said with a soft laugh. “Here, don’t-- let me help you, don’t crawl, okay?” Diego leaned to quickly set everything in his hands down on the bathroom counter, then bent down to pick Haisley up. He tried not to swing her up too fast, mindful that she was probably still dizzy, but with the help of some gravity adjustment, she came up into his arms easily. “I got you,” he murmured as he started toward her room with her.
Diego's voice being so close startled Haisley and she might have laughed if she hadn't been so afraid of puking again. She was in his arms before she even knew what was happening, but she didn't protest. It was much better than crawling to her bedroom anyway. Thankfully it didn't take long to get to her bedroom and Haisley let out a contented sigh as soon as she was on her bed. Her soft, wonderful bed. Haisley wanted to roll up in her blankets like a burrito and never move again. "Thanks," she murmured, closing her eyes. "That was super nice of you."
It was easy to hero-carry her to her bedroom and set her down on the bed, and Diego’s heart gave a sweet little squeeze to see her looking cozy now. Did he already love this wayward girl they’d adopted? He kind of thought he did. “Not a problem,” he murmured back to her. Diego considered waking her up more to drink some water and take an aspirin, but Haisley looked about ready to pass out, so he decided against it. “I’m going to leave some water and stuff right by your bed, okay? Something to puke into too, if you wake up sick. Call me if you need anything, okay?” Diego gently put his hand on her head for a brief moment. He didn’t remember his parents much, but he did recall how nice it was to have someone be caring and sweet when he didn’t feel good. Haisley deserved that too.
She only heard bits and parts of what he was saying to her. Water. Puke. Sick. Call. She could do all of those things, probably. Haisley had the vague notion that she was telling him how she told Ethan that Oliver and Diego were her dads, even though she never said to them and would it be okay if she did. Instead, the conversation was mostly in her head but for the, "Is that okay?" that actually slipped past her lips in a slurred mutter. Then she rolled over, tugging the blanket with her, and fell asleep.
Her words just sounded like mumbling nonsense to Diego, but that was totally okay. She was entitled to mumbling nonsense. He smiled at her in the dark and adjusted the blanket over her shoulder a bit better, then turned to leave the room long enough to fetch the water he’d poured and the other stuff. After a second’s thought, Diego grabbed the bathroom trashcan to take with him as well. He set it all up around Haisley where it would be in easy reach should she need it -- though at her age, she would probably just sleep for ten hours and wake up feeling great. Diego slipped out of her room and shut the door, a little impressed that Oliver wasn’t up and waiting for him in the hallway. With any luck, he would just keep snoozing through Diego joining him in bed, and they could all get some good rest.