And sure, under normal circumstances? Maybe he would've kicked Five out. If he had someone in here with him? Absolutely. But now, Five is ill, and he's still his brother, and he's really the only one who even bothered to ask him how he was doing, honestly --

"Like hell," he mutters, keeping his arm around Five's shoulder and applying a light pressure against him to boot. "Take the fucking Tylenol, Five."