#bendiego

Ben looked over at him and then...over him. “Come on, D.”

“No seriously, what the hell was that supposed to mean?” Diego asked, brows arched painfully high. 

“Oh, come on,” Ben waved a hand. Just. At Diego in general.

Diego frowned fiercely and tried to ignore Klaus snickering in the background (the little shit). “What? What about me?” 

Ben tilted his head and then his face softened and he closed the distance between himself and Diego and looked up into his eyes. “Diego, have you seriously never heard of overcompensation?”

Klaus started wheezing but managed to gasp out, “Ben, I...dare you…”

“You shut your mouth, instigat -- whoa,” Diego found himself grappling with both Ben’s arms as well as his own instincts, nearly drawing blades automatically when Ben grabbed his arms and hooked a leg behind his, bumping to force Diego to lean back into his hold. “Uh…?”

Staring down into his eyes, Diego opened his mouth and realized he had nothing to say. 

Ben’s eyes seemed darker than normal as they drifted from Diego’s down to his lips and then back up with a question. Several emotions flashed over Diego’s mind at that moment, but ultimately settled on curiosity and he tilted his head in answer. 

Ben’s mouth started curling into a grin, but Diego didn’t get the chance to see the whole thing due to sudden enforced proximity. It felt nice, though. It was all...pretty nice, actually.