Sorry for thinking that maybe you weren't a drug-fueled degenerate the entire time I was gone. [ remember that part about klaus not needing five's bullshit right now? it just sort of came out before five could stop it though. his own negative feelings about his ability to do anything for klaus is leaving no room for any sort of filter, currently.

five sighs and slumps to the floor, sitting with his back to klaus, against the side of the bed. when he speaks again, he's quieter, his tone suggesting he's speaking not because he wants to but because he feels he has to ] Klaus, you have to tell me what I can do, because-

[ because he doesn't know ]