Allison turns to give Diego a very different kind of look, all raised eyebrows, too surprised to stop the look at his back. The one she'd given him the same as when he'd said Luther was right like they were impossible words to have come out of his mouth. If she had her mouth, she might have popped off something like since where? or who's we? There were at least three people Allison could count who weren't trying that hard.

Hearing it from his mouth was surprising to Allison even.

She didn't even have a clue when Diego might have come to that decision.
Or that there was a we he was deciding not to lie with. And where. When. How.

(Whether it had to do with that night she, Luther, and Diego weren't talking about.)


Come on. Allison pulled her a little from the touch on her arm. Just a nudge really to see about convincing Vanya to walk in futhur with her, or by herself. Either. At all. In front out of the foyer. We can take it slow.

Reluctantly, but meaning well, even as she hopes desperately for all their sakes, and Diego's lack of grace, against saying it. But it still needs saying. I can get my notepad and stop using this, too, if it helps. Usually, everyone has more warning first. Well. Except Diego. But I wouldn't have -- if I'd known.