Everything Phoebe had said, he agreed with. His mind was just spinning. There was a part of his mind spiraling into worst case scenarios. He had been through this with Ricky, desperately trying to get him to understand that blood or not they would always be brothers. Why should it be different with him now that the tables were turned? His parents were still his parents, Isabella was still his sister, Raph was still his brother, and Ricky, whether he saw it that way or not, would still be his brother too. Ricky found out he was different, and stopped seeing himself as one of them, and a part of Diego couldn’t keep himself from questioning whether Ricky would be the only one who would see him as different from the family. He was trying to believe Phoebe’s words, but it was hard to quiet the voice in his head telling him otherwise.
He couldn’t seem to snap out of it. His world had been knocked off its axis. It would take time to figure out how to go on, but for now, Phoebe was doing her best to lighten things up. Her hands were at his shoulders, playing with his collar, before a hand moved to play with his hair as she spoke. For once, he wasn’t overthinking things when it came to her. It was just the moment, even if it was overshadowed by Diego’s family situation. She told him what she saw about him, who he was and still is. He just needed to talk to his parents. He had to find out the story from them, even if he would have expected to find out about this when it came out that Ricky was adopted.
It was then that she returned her hand to his shoulder, to then lightly shake his shoulders with a smile and bring up the idea of a party. VC was hosting a party, and Phoebe suggested that they go. An hour, a chance to turn off their minds for a bit and ignore their problems for a while. Reality would still be there after going to the party. For a second, Diego questioned the idea in his head, but gave a slight nod before standing up. “Let’s go, we shouldn’t miss it. An hour there will be good.” he said, in part to reassure himself that it was a good idea. A change of pace would be good, a distraction, even if it didn’t help, it would at least be an hour away from reality. “Thank you, Phoebe.” he added. He still didn’t feel like himself necessarily, but he was at least slightly better than he had been when they got there, and that was thanks to her.
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