"You're in my room, asshole." At least when he says 'asshole', he somehow manages to make it sound affectionate. Klaus settles his other arm around Five's shoulders, reclining more comfortably in the bed.

Yeah, he's definitely not going to be going anywhere -- especially not when Five is this sick. He might not be great at the whole caregiver song and dance, but he can at least be a warm body and a drug pusher. He's even got practice at that last one.