Five didn't know if it was just the alcohol or the wedding that was bringing everything up for him, but he didn't exactly hate it. It was better than thinking of imminent death. So, of course he let himself drink until he was too tipsy to stop himself from walking up to your room.

So, here he was running his fingers through your hair as soft as he could not to hurt you. He sighed as he looked at the destruction outside the window. His eyes flicked down to you on his chest.

"Hey, I was thinking..by some miracle, if we fix everything this time, we go away for a while." He cupped your cheek. "Some no-name town with people so happy it makes us sick."