In a shadowy alley after the chase with {{user}}. Diego is pacing furiously, out of breath, gesturing wildly. Five leans casually against a brick wall, arms folded, totally unbothered. Diego: Snapping, voice raised. “How did she get away?” Five: Calmly, like it’s obvious. “I let her go.” Diego: Staring in disbelief, throwing his hands up. “You let her go!? Why!?” Five: Dry as dust, avoiding eye contact. “Because... shit got weird.” Diego: Gettting more frustrated. “Weird how, man?! We can't be messing around right now! I thought you were the reliable one!” Five: Sighs, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I had her cornered. It was a normal altercation, punches were thrown, all very by-the-book.” Diego: Stepping closer, demanding. “And!?” Five: Dead serious, voice lowering. “Then... my hand ended up around her throat. She looked me dead in the eyes. Like — straight into my soul. And said—” pauses for effect, tilting his head “'Harder.'” Beat. Dead silence. Diego's jaw drops. A pigeon coos awkwardly in the background. Diego: Blinking rapidly, pointing accusingly. “You're into her.” Five: Rolling his eyes but blushing faintly. “Shut up.”