EUNOIA ━ diego hargreeves

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CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
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SLOANE AND LUTHER spent the next ten minutes passing out party favors for the wedding, giddy with shared excitement. Freya thought it was cute—if she was ignoring everything else around her. Things like Klaus' disappearance, how it felt like there wasn't enough time to tell Diego everything she needed him to know, and the world quite literally evaporating around them, but yeah, the favors were adorable.

Lila laughed with awe, faux or not, Freya couldn't tell. "And you did all of this yourself?"

"Luther helped too," Sloane answered, moving to where Diego was sitting on a barstool. Freya watched him examine the object just given to him, before silently accepting her own as Sloane handed it to her. "We stayed up all night."

"Are we a weird couple?" Diego suddenly turned to look at Freya, who cocked a brow as if to ask, really? "No, seriously."

"I can make walls of ice like Elsa and you have trajectory manipulation," she said, staring at him expectedly. "Do I need to say more?"

"No, I just mean..." His lips twitched up into a smirk. "Is that what other couples do at night? Because you and I have a way different definition of 'up all night—'"

Freya roughly kicked him in the leg. "That's enough."

"I'm just saying," he held his hands up in surrender. "I still prefer our way."

"Of course you do, pervert."

"Hey-" He started to protest, but Freya's eye caught movement by the doorway, and she was already flying to her feet when she recognized the figure.

"Klaus!"

"Freya!" He grinned, eagerly returning her tight hug, and she abruptly took notice of Reginald standing beside him.

Freya shifted awkwardly on her feet. "Um."

"Gather around children," he ordered, seemingly oblivious to Freya's confusion. She glanced over her shoulder to Diego, who had already started to approach her side at his father's sudden appearance, though he looked more concerned for Klaus.

"Where the hell have you been?" Diego demanded, arm on Freya's bicep casually once he was close enough, and she felt her heart swell.

"Oh, Reg and I?" Klaus asked.

"'Reg?'" Freya repeated, muttering.

"We got tangled up in a whole father-son-end-of-the-world road trip kinda thing. You know?"

"You two are hanging now?" Ben wondered, sounding more defensive than usual.

"Yeah, we laughed, we cried, we played in traffic, and long story short, I'm immortal now."

"Okay. Definitely concerned now," Freya said. "Did he inject you with something?"

"Woah, wait, you're what now?" Luther wondered, ignoring how Klaus made some dramatic noises and the flare of his arms.

"Klaus, have you gotten into the bath salts again?" Allison questioned.

"Oh, God," Freya grimaced, memories flooding back at the mention. "Please no."

"I think the more pertinent question is, why are you all sitting around playing with jars?" Reginald asked.

"They're invitations," Sloane explained, which somehow promoted Diego to abruptly throw his jar over his shoulder, and it clattered on the floor.

Freya gave him a sharp look, hitting his arm. "Hey, be nice. They were up all night making those."

Diego reached forward to hook his fingers through her belt loop, and tugged her closer, and she would've stumbled if she hadn't caught herself on his chest. "Oh yeah?"