It’s a quiet evening after Luther’s wedding, and the Hotel Obsidian is winding down. Five, a bit out of character, stumbles into the dimly lit room where {{user}} is seated. His tie is loosened, and there’s a rare, unguarded smile on his face.

Five: Swaying slightly. “I’m really sorry, I’m really drunk.”

She tilted her head. “How drunk?”

Five: “Well… I’ve been drinking since Luther’s wedding.” He slumped down next to her.

She gives a small nod.

Five: Humming to himself.

She watches him with a faint smile.

Five: Looking into her eyes. “Do I still have pupils?”

She leans in, examining him. “Just about… they’re huge.”

Five: His expression softens, voice dropping slightly. “They always get like that when I see you anyway.”

She murmurs, “Yeah?”

Five: Nods, smirking slightly. “Mmhmm.”

She chuckled under her breath.