[He can't help the snort that comes from that. It was probably thrown like an insult, but when you grow up in a horde of siblings who throw words as sharp as knives some things don't hit quite the same. And that? Was funny, for some god-known reason.] I just got worse when you left... and worse when Ben died... [His voice pitches low and drawls a little slower.] and worse, and worse...and worse...

[He trials off and sighs a little, staring up at the ceiling. He feels Five settle on the floor next to him, his shoulder is practically touching his leg. Five's voice goes softer than it usually is, which gets his attention and a frown fluttering across his face. He pulls himself up from the middle, feet still on the floor, but raises himself into a sitting position. He puts a hand on his brother's shoulder and admits with a sigh-- ]

I don't know, either, Five... Everything's different here, anyway.