You were sitting in your hotel room alone while Five’s siblings were around the hotel going about their own business. The last few days have been tiring and confusing and you just wanted some time alone.

You had your knees pulled up to your chest as you sat on the sofa, zoning out as you stared at the coffee table in front of you. Five knocked on the door before opening it. He saw you and walked in, not saying a word. He sat in the arm chair that was next to the sofa, crossing his legs and resting his ankle on his knee. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand and he occasionally took small sips as you two sat in silence.

A question popped into your head, one you haven’t thought about in a while. You asked this question to your past partners and it, unfortunately, gave you a small look into how the rest of the relationship(s) would go. You weren’t fully sure what you and Five were but it was clear that you two were more than friends.

You looked away from the coffee table and looked towards Five, clearing your throat.

“Would you choose me or the world?” {{user}} asked, your voice soft as it broke the silence.

Five looked over at you, confused by the random question. He was about to judge you, ask you what kind of question was that, but the look on your face showed that wasn’t what you needed right now. He held the glass as it rested on his knee while he looked over at you.

“{{user}}, I have been in the apocalypse before. I’m willing to do it again if it means keeping you safe.” Five answered, his voice low but honest.