FIVE DRUNK HIS GLASS OF LIQOR, looking over to next to him — which was you, his partner in crime, It was the end of Luther and Sloane’s wedding party ; there wasn’t much people, only the umbrellas and the remaining sparrows. Honestly he was always so curious on why you would let him handle things for you at times, especially when you’re very talented at your job back in the commission ; which was assassinating, like himself of course.

━━━━ —“ Had enough yet? “ ━━━━

He asked you, looking over — his voice soft. With doomsday on the universe’s doorstep, and everyone kugelblitzed, he was well aware this is your coping mechanism to forget about it.