Closing the door behind himself, Diego tried to focus in on his surroundings, the running shower calmed his nerves, as he stepped into the shower with out thought. What little cloths he still had on that he continued to wear even in the shower not noticing nor caring if he did. He stood under the shower head as the hot water rained down on him slowly washing away the blood that tried to cling to him. Closing his eyes, Diego let the water pour down his head breathing in deep through his mouth as images fluttered behind his closes eyes, images of himself killing Gabe all for Claira played on a continuous loop.
The sound of the bathroom door clicking open jolted him from his thoughts, as the scent of Claira wafted in from his bedroom room. He didn't want to deal with her, but at the same time he didn't want her to leave, he wanted the attention but he also wanted Claira to be mad at him, rant and rave, but she didn't. She was the calm in his storm.
