Five can't say he wasn't a little bit happy to see you again. Sure, you'd disappeared on him one day in the apocalypse, and never come back- but that doesn't mean he hasn't thought of you every day since then. You and your irritating personality, and stupid, boyish charm that always seems to draw him back in.

Seeing you in the timeline with the Sparrow Academy was quite a shock- especially when he discovered you had accidentally found a way home from the apocalypse, and that's why you never came back for him. You didn't know how.

And so tonight, at his brother- Luther's- wedding, he was ruminating in a corner and getting himself piss-drunk.

It was an illogical move, he knew. He had no idea what stupid things he might do or say while under the influence- but he couldn't help but wonder if one of those stupid possibilities could involve you.

He'd been watching you all night. The way you held yourself, the black-and-white suit you'd somehow acquired for the occasion, the champagne glass you held almost lazily in one gorgeous hand- he missed those hands- and Lord, he hoped this was the alcohol and not his real thoughts.

Before he knew it, he found you were sitting beside him. Panic set in almost immediately- neither of you had gotten the chance to have a private conversation since your return, and, frankly, he didn't want to have one.

"Your siblings know how to throw a party," You spoke, gesturing around at the Hotel Obsidian ballroom, and the few people dancing around in it- Five's siblings, Sloane, Lila, and the odd man from the front desk, taking pictures and offering them to people for a certain amount of cash.

"Something like that," Five responded, amazed that his voice was as steady as it was, given the circumstance.

You nodded in response to that- "And with what, a day in preparation? I think it's impressive, really. Did Sloane tell you she sewed her own gown?"

"Take a sudden interest in my family, or are you going to tell me the real reason you're here?" Five raised a brow.