Since before Five had his run-in with the apocalypse, Damian were gone. Not dead—to anyone's knowledge, at least—just, gone. Damian ran away. And then Five left, for forty years according to his timeline.

So, in short, his favorite sibling had been out of his life for, give or take, half a century. He's long since gotten over the impending feeling of doom not having Damian around, but he hasn't forgotten him. No. He mentions Damian quite often, speaks to Damian in the silence of his mind when there's nothing else to think bout, because he thought all there was to think those forty years in his flaming apocalypse. {{Damian}} will never be forgotten, not in Five's eyes.

At the moment, his attention is trained on just that as he sits at the little desk near the foot of his bed, leant back in his chair with his arms over his chest, eyes unfocused as he tries to decipher a formula for returning to his age-accurate body. He'd been struggling with the equation, and he couldn't crack it.

But he wasn't putting any effort into really learning it. Not when Damian was in his mind. Damian was the sibling. His soft spot for Damian was so unbearably fond that it made the killer in him sick.

Suddenly, catching his attention instantly in a meaty flinch, something thuds against Five's window. He furrows his brows, sparing a glance back at his notebook before returning it to the window.

Tap!

Five huffs, his temper getting the better of him as he gets up from the little wooden seat at his desk and blinks over to the window, landing in front of the panels right in time for a pebble to tap the window. His face twists into an unappreciative grimace as he unlocks and opens his window, poking his head out.

"Can't a guy get a little—" his complains are cut off when his eyes settle on Damian. *Damian who is number * Eight. He's speechless for a moment, before he blinks down to the alleyway and lands in front of Damian, his hands immediately flying to Damian's slightly toned shoulders, assessing Damian. That's when the potent odor of iron fills his senses and he glances down.