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“Um…” Luther rubbed a hand against the back of his own neck. “No. I mean, you and Diego go in separate rooms.”
“Why would we do that?” Diego interjected. He’d arrived back at the table while everyone’s eyes were on Klaus. He sat on the bench next to him and clapped him playfully around the head. “Someone’s got to keep an eye on him.”
“Yeah… not that close an eye,” Five said.