Diego stares at him for a long time before shaking his head. "You may be damn lucky your parents did what they did. There's an organization that if they'd known what you can do, they likely would have come for you. Not that it makes it okay but shit."

He can't even imagine what it would be like if the Time Commission had gotten their hands on someone with Isaac's ability.

Wincing though when he talks about someone being killed.

"And still likely would have been hit by a bus anyway. If you predict things, there may not be a way around it," he points out, not that it's likely to be helpful. He knows it wouldn't do much for him had it been Diego with that ability.

"When you're ready, we can talk about it though..." He pauses, lifting his head and glancing around as if he can see through this floor. "This house now is a representation of it. Time things don't always go right," he points out, lowering his gaze. "But you came to the right place. We can definitely do our best," he admits, nodding. "And you're not the only one here working on staying sober either. Klaus is as well," he says, just speaking of them collectively because it's easiest that way.