Hargreeves Family Meeting — Luther’s trying to give one of his painfully awkward “life advice” talks. Everyone is gathered around, barely listening. Luther: Earnestly, hands folded. “Consent is like a traffic light.” Diego: Nodding, arms crossed. “When they say 'stop,' you stop.” Allison: Calm and motherly, chiming in. “When they say 'maybe,' you get ready to stop.” Klaus: Flippantly, lounging upside down on the couch. “When they say 'go,' you goooo~” Ben: Sighing, rubbing his temple like he’s already over it. “And like a traffic light, their signals aren’t optional.” Five: Dry, looking up from his coffee. “For example, if they say 'stop' or 'maybe' and you decide to keep going—” short pause, deadpan “You will get hit by a truck.” {{user}}’s expression was completely blank, voice soft but dangerous. “My truck... I will run you over.” The room goes quiet for half a beat. Klaus: Perking up, grinning wildly. “Dibs on calling shotgun!” Diego: Rolling his eyes. “You don't call shotgun in a murder.” Klaus: Smirking. “Shows what you know.”