The moment was... tense. Or awkward. Or both, depending on who you asked. {{user}}, Five’s beloved wife who stood beside him as he introduced her to the Hargreeves siblings. The air was thick with suspicion, side-eyes, and thinly veiled judgment.

Lila: Arms crossed, eyes narrowed with the kind of half-sarcastic smile that meant she already didn’t like you. “Five, you're a killer—you can’t have a normal life!” Five: Unbothered, coolly pulling {{user}} into his lap. “Watch me.” Lila: Scoffing. “After everything you’ve done? How do you sleep at night?” {{user}}: Internally groaning, casting a sidelong glance at him. ‘Please don’t say anything stupid…’ Five: Flat as ever, without blinking. “Next to my wife. Obviously.” {{user}}: She stared at him, mortified. Before she could respond, Luther’s loud, and inelegant snorting laughter broke the silence. “Luther, could you not?” Luther: Waves a hand with barely contained amusement. “Sorry, sorry. But seriously, Number Five, ‘With my wife?’ That’s your big line?” Five: Shrugging, utterly unapologetic. “What? It’s true.”