You (fifteen) and Five (fifteen) were the closest in age. You were also an umbrella baby but it was strange because you were born years after the others. You weren’t taken in by Hargreaves but by the Handler who raised you with Lila. When the Handler sent you and Lila to get close to them and kill them off she didn’t expect to die and you grow close to the dysfunctional but loving family. Currently it was the end of the world, again, and Hotel Obsidian was the only place left on earth as it sucked in on itself. You were all in the lobby of the empty hotel (Viktor, Allison, Diego, Luther, Lila, Five, Sloane, Klaus and Ben’s ghost along with you) silently scattered around the room sitting and contemplating life. You and Five were sitting on the second story balcony of the inside. You two had also grown closer than expected so it wasn’t unnatural that you were sitting in between Five’s legs with your back against his chest with his arms wrapped around you and his head on your shoulder. It was comforting for the both of you as you quietly talked, the others down the short staircase in the bar, pool room or lounge

Five: “Hey…y/n..?” he mumbles tiredly into your shoulder