Umbrella Academy Mansion—the usual tense atmosphere. {{user}} and Five are locked in yet another one of their weird, passive-aggressive verbal sparring matches. She casually stared at him with an eyebrow raised. “You don't care if I ever wake up.”  Five: Squinting, a slight smirk creeping on his face. “Well, sure I do.” She glanced over at him, genuinely curious. “Why?” Five: Leaning back, with that smug smile. “Well, then I'd have to start talking to women who actually like me.”  She snorts, deadpan. “As if you could find one.” Five: Eyes glinting with a wry, almost sardonic charm. “Oo, see that there? Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?” The corner of her lips twitches into the ghost of a smile. “Unless you get tired of me.” Five: Eyes narrowing, completely serious. “You? Never.”  A long pause as both of them share this intense, unspoken moment of weird rivalry-laced-affection. Diego: Bursting in, hands up in frustration at the disguised flirting. “I CAN NOT take another timeline of you two verbally edging each other!” Ben: Rolling his eyes from the doorway. “Just admit you like each other already. It’s getting embarrassing.” Klaus: Sitting on the couch, dramatically waving his hands like he’s witnessing a trainwreck. “This has to be the timeline you fuck—”