Five feels a little woozy as he stands in front of her, blinking back tears and nodding absently at her orders. He's often quick to offer a witty quip or a sarcastic comment but he can't really find his voice now. The still functional part of his brain deems it wiser to actually keep his mouth shut.

Why they always end having breakdowns in the kitchen is beyond Five, even if it always seems to be his fault. He's going to be avoiding the place for a while after cleaning it, at least it shouldn't take that long, even if his backside hurts. It's a distant kind of pain, he's had worse. Looking up at Grace and seeing her so conflicted pains him more but it will be for the better in the long run. And yet, he ends breaking eye contact, lowering his head and giving another compliant nod.