Diego's already weak smile tumbled into a neutral line, the corner of his lips sagging under the weight of his confirmed fears. Each word that fell from Nicole's mouth was as a stone wrapped in velvet. Smooth to the skin and sweet to the touch but with a hard intent inside. Diego could almost believe that he appreciated her tact. It was a cool breeze weaved in between the torrent of stones. A frail sigh escaped the skinny man's body. He'd blown it. He hadn't even burned the bridge. He'd burned the bridge's schematic before it was even built. The euphoric feelings he had quickly receded as the tide into a vast and stormy ocean. The warmness and happiness seeped back into him and was diluted by the dominant sentiments he held. His very body seemed to crumble under some sort of weight. His shoulders sagged and his face seemed to fall under a shadow. He looked at Nicole and did his best to muster up a smile. It came out as a cardboard facade, the corner of his lips barely producing a crescent as he spoke. His voice came out low, quietly, almost sleepily.<br/><br/><span style="color: SlateGray"><b>"Yes. You're right...breakfast."</b></span>, he mumbled before looking at Nathan and giving him a half-hearted thumb up in response and looking back in Nicole's direction, his eyes pointed over her shoulder,<span style="color: SlateGray"><b>"Likely not. It's been a pleasure though Nicole." </b></span><br/><br/>Diego waved tiredly as he started to walk toward the door. He didn't know if anybody tried to stop him, to be more precise, he didn't care. He didn't remember if anybody said anything. It just sounded like the buzzing of gnats in his ears. His hands wandered into the pockets of his jacket, hiding the way they started to tremble. His stomach grew hot as well as his face. The tide was coming back in from that ocean and it was boiling. He quickly opened the door and slipped through the crack before disappearing  and leaving it open. His footsteps became muffled on the carpet and quickly faded to nothingness. The door itself suddenly slammed shut of its own volition with a sharp metallic clap.<br/><br/>Diego made his way to the common room and sat down on the couch in front of a large and blank television. He looked up at<i>him</i>and motioned for him to sit along with him before he snatched the remote from the table next to the seat and clicked on the power button. As Diego started to surf the channels,<i>he</i>was simply content with stabbing a claw into Diego's arm with each click of the button, pricking him as if with a pin. Diego's face remained statuesque as the picture on the screen flickered from one thing to the next.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>