@preymend ⋮ She'd thought Mari was pulling her leg when she said she'd heard a voice on the radio. But when they all gather in the common area of the complex where they eat dinner together, the locura is confirmed. There's a cure! Clara turns to Diego, her eyes wide and brimming with tears as she goes to him, throwing her arms around his neck as a chortled cry of joy leaves her lips. Pulling back, her mouth meets the corner of his as the tears run down her cheeks. "I love you."
The moment they'd all gotten wind of contact with an outsider being made, they all gathered around the common area. Diego sat on the bottom stairs leading down to the common area, his hands preoccupied by a smaller pair. While the others were buzzing around in excitement, he stayed a short distance with Ezekiel who was busy treating his father as his own personal jungle gym. He was curious. But they've gone so long without contacting others across any distance around the world, that his need to play around with his kid was stronger than wanting to know what was up. He tuned everything out ----- suddenly lifting Ezekiel within his arms and attacking the kid in bearded tickling to his face.
Before he knows it, Clara's returned to them. He sets Ezekiel down on the step beside him before standing, question written in his eyes. And an answer is given in the form of a pair of arms around his neck, a kiss to his lips, and those three words he could never get tired of hearing.
His arms slip around her waist and the moment their lips part, he's about to ask her of what's going on; question quickly forgotten as he overhears others passing on by about some cure. Brows quickly begin to furrow, but the look on Clara's face and her entire demeanor keeps him from shooting down the possibility. Instead a new question forms. ❝ You think it's really legit? ❞
The thought of a cure, after over a decade of all the pain and bullshit they've endured ----- almost seems unreal. But he can't voice that, can't take away this joy emanating from the love of his life. If she believes in this... then he'll have to believe, too. He feels his jeans being tugged at; a glance down and he his eyes meet a pair of doe eyes staring up at his parents. ( No doubt feeling excluded from this hug fest. ) And as Diego releases Clara's waist to lift the child and bring him into their hug, he stares into those eyes and can't help but to think: he has two reasons to have a little faith.















