Specific but sadly accurate. Five gives him a glare but he doesn't even have enough energy to keep that up. He takes the second pill with a shaky hand.

"It's cold in the house, the insulation always has been shit." After medicating himself, he leaves the glass on the table, reaches for the covers over his legs and drags them up to his shoulder, curling on his side. "I'm fine, just tired. Your room's warmer than mine."

He looks at Klaus pursing his lips and okay, that looks like a pout, but he would swear it's not. He's also silently hoping Klaus won't argue because while Five knows he's pushing it, that with not showing any intentions of leaving the bed at all, he feels rather miserable.