Dimitreaus could've gone to Kane's home, and if he had to have waited longer, he probably would have. But he could more readily access his own quarters, and he could get to work if need be. So waiting wasn't a huge deal. When Kane appeared, Dimitri didn't look up. Hidalgo came over and twined around Kane's neck. He chittered happily and nuzzled him. Dimitri stayed quiet for a few more minutes, then started up at him. Kane made his heart thrum with life. He was powerful, but there was a point where this relationship would either thrive or fall apart. The rollercoaster couldn't continue forever. He crossed his legs and chewed on his lip. "A little while ago, after I showed you a image of Diana, I went to a hospital in Chicago to get blood. I ran into your son." He scoffed lightly.<br/><br/>"I almost pissed myself. I hadn't felt that afraid for my life since I'd ended up in hell." He looked away. "I went to talk to him. Vented, laid things out." Dimitreaus cleared his throat. Fuck this was going to be a disaster, but he didn't want to keep the from him. It was almost ironic, this change from being so secretive to sharing this truth that would likely shatter their already fragile relationship. "Turns out Ryan is my nephew." He searched Kane's gaze, but didn't hesitate much before continuing. "Iris, my niece. Diana is...was my sister. And you killed her, according to Ryan." Dimitreaus's face was unreadable. He wasn't mad. He had no right to be, not after all that he'd done. He looked down at his hands. With how Kane had handled Dimitri knowing Diana, he wasn't expecting this to go well at all. "I don't hate or blame you for what happened. I don't even know what happened, so I can't judge." Fuck he felt like he was going to fall apart. All he wanted to do was go kill things, to bury all this bullshit. To pretend that none of this had ever happened. But his heart wouldn't let him.