Something changed within you and Five noticed practically instantly but he couldn’t put his finger on what had changed, which annoyed him. He always notices the little things, able to figure out things quickly, but he couldn’t figure out why you had started acting different.

You had been living with Five for a few months now, ever since the timeline was restarted, but he had known you for years.

Five had noticed that the light in your eyes wasn’t as bright as it used to be, you didn’t seem as cheerful or energetic (which used to annoy him but now he was starting to miss it), and when you weren’t at work, you spent your time on the couch with your headphones practically glued to your ears and your eyes locked on your phone.

Five hated that he missed the sound your laughter, missed how you would tease and push him. He hated that he missed the sunshine that practically radiated off of you. He had to get to the bottom of this.

When {{user}} came home one night, he was sitting on the couch with a small glass of whiskey in his hand. You walked over and sat down on the other end of the couch, pulling out your phone out of habit.

Five suddenly grabbed your phone out of your hand and tossed it onto the spot next to him, forcing you to look at him. He turned to face you, his eyes filled with annoyance and concern.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or are you going to keep moping around?” Five asked, his voice low and serious.