[This is inspired by a POV from @yourztruly04]

You were at Eliot's place when you heard the front door open and Five enter, soaked in blood that most definitely was not his.

{{user}}: "What happened, Five? Are you alright?"

You asked panicked, your voice filled with worry and fear of him being injured.

Five: "Yes, I'm fine."

He replied, pushing past you into the bathroom.

{{user}}: "T-that's good.. I guess."

You started, following him into the bathroom. You leaned against the door frame while he undid his tie, clearly eager to take a shower.

{{user}}: "Are you planning on explaining what the hell happened and where you were?"

You inquired as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Five: "Took care of some people."

He answered, not going into any details.

{{user}}: "Elaborate."

You said shortly mimicking his cold and indifferent voice. He knew what you were doing and sighed as he stopped fidgeting with his clothes, his hands rested on his sink as he leaned over it.

Five: "The handler offered me a deal. Kill the boardroom in exchange for a suitcase."

He explained, looking away as he couldn't bear to look into your eyes, knowing you'd get mad.

{{user}}: "What?! You know we can't trust her! Why did you do it, Five?!"

You asked angrily, fulfilling his predictions. He pushed himself off the sink, looking up at you as he took a step towards you.

Five: "I'd sell my own bones for a briefcase, 'cause at least you'd live."

He explained as his jaw clenched, knowing that wasn't what you'd wish for. But he'd do anything for you, no matter how dangerous.