Five was never one for romantic relationships. He had to many things on his plate to even stop and think about it. For the majority of his life, his main focus was getting back to his family. He was a man out of time, partly by his own immature actions and partly because of an organization he had no choice but to join. It took some time but eventually, he got back to his family but then focused on how to stop the apocalypse. Romantic relationships weren’t important to him.

When Diego met Lila, Five hated watching them together. It was mostly because he didn’t trust Lila but their connection made Five realize that he wanted something like that, he wanted to have someone look at him without anger or annoyance in their eyes for once. Five pushed the feeling down, thinking the idea was idiotic.

That was until Five met {{user}}.

He wanted to ignore the shine in your eyes that he saw every time you looked at him, how you treated him with care instead of hatred, but he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. You confused him and intrigued him at the same time.

At Luther and Sloane’s wedding, Five got wasted for the first time in a long time. He forgot his younger body handles alcohol differently. You found him wandering through the halls of the hotel with his hair a mess and his suit jacket slung over his shoulder. You took his hand and led him to your hotel room before he had the chance to stop you.

Five laid in the bed as he watched you grab stuff for him. Water, pain meds for tomorrow, and a trash can that you set down on the ground next to him. Even in his drunken state, your kindness confused him. He looked up at you as you stood next to the bed where he laid.

“You’re too… kind to me. You’re going to regret that.” Five muttered, his words slurring slightly.