Both you and Five have history to say the least. The both of you hated eachother to the core, and loved each other. A lot. More than either of you admit too often.

Frequent enough, there would still be fights that concluded in things that you wouldn’t discuss after.

Today was yet another example of one of those fights, “No.” He pointed a defensive finger at you, he already felt the irritation rise, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. He had an insult that was at the tip of his tongue, eagerly wanting to just roll off, to continue the bickering but he stopped himself.