Diego | Klaus
Things had been.... rough was probably the best way to put it since they'd ended up in that fucking house full of ghosts, ghosts that wanted him dead, who wanted Ben dead too, again, ghosts who had done their very best to make it happen. Getting back to town had been a reminder of the kind of relief he lived with every single day without truly realizing it. But he knew it now, he remembered why he'd spent so long taking anything he could get his hands on to drown that out.
But there hadn't been any ghosts since they'd made it back, he'd been a little quiet since then maybe, but otherwise he supposed he could count himself unscathed. At least until he saw right there in the middle of their Halloween festivities his brother. And not even the Ben shaped one.
"What the actual fuck," Klaus said as he stood stock still, not entirely sure if Diego was really here or if it was some trick, like the doors that locked him in. Only one way to be sure, and he supposed if he was going to be killed by a ghost, it might as well be a Diego shaped ghost.
Klaus practically tackled Diego as he ran headlong into him, wrapping his arms around him tightly and squeezing, "What the fuck, dude." He said again shaking his head but not releasing Diego just yet. "Are you real?"