When they get to the entrance to the underground bunker, the wind hits Klaus' wet scrubs and he shivers, abrupt, a full-body trembling that makes him hunch his shoulders and push a little closer to Diego. Klaus has always run a little cold, so what heat he had in him is gone almost immediately, and his fingers clamp down on his own arm as he huddles in on himself. Diego is warm, so he stays close.

"I'd like to see you try, Diego."

There's the slight lilting of his voice, like it's a joking challenge, and he squeezes his fingers into his arm again to distract himself. It's becoming painfully obvious that the apocalypse had only distracted him from being dope sick enough to keep moving and stumbling his way through that whole mess. He feels like shit.

"Probably not, but you never know. The way you were saying 'we have to talk about something' made it sound a whole lot more serious than you telling me I have a room at your place."

A pause, and then, "Thanks for that, though."