He stood there nearly vibrating with energy, waiting for Diego's reply. And as he said to give him a minute, his hand fell away from the door handle and he paced a few steps. Maybe it's bad. Maybe she's bad off. Maybe they didn't tell her and were telling her now. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

He stood there, wringing his hands behind his back and feeling like a little kid for a moment. Okay, he'd wait. But he wouldn't wait patiently.

Ghosting he slipped through the door, and moved off to the kitchen just to have a place to pace in silence. Just missing Allison as she went through with water.

To: Diego Hargreeves
I'll be in the kitchen. Ghosting.