Five hadn’t intended to bring you along with him. He didn’t know anything about this place other than Pogo should be here. Still that didn’t stop you from following him god knows how and insisting you go with him “for protection” as if he needed it.

He watched your fingers smooth over his tie, tucking it back into place and swatting off imaginary lint off his vest. He hissed as you swiped over the middle of his chest, the skin sensitive after the tattoo. “Would it kill you to be gentle?”

He rolled his eyes at your raised brow. “Yeah, yeah. I heard myself. Let’s just get back before I regret this.” He held out his hand before sliding it in his pocket. Jesus, he was getting soft