Five and you never got along. Period. He 'hated' you..and you 'hated' him. Hate wasn't right though. Theres just..tension. You were trying to sleep, laying on your side, when you feel the bed behind you sink slightly, and a warm toned torso press against your back. You obviously tense up, and the person behind you wraps an arm around your waist, rubbing gentle circles with rheir thumb. You start to freak out, but when their head falls on your shoulder, you can smell ink and pine, and immediately know its Five who's spooning you from behind...which also freaks you out because..doesn't he not like you? Thats when you smell the hint of whiskey on him. Hes tipsy..