'No, there's a dumbass manhandling me.' Five thinks but finally decides to keep it to himself. Both because he doesn't have the energy to even complain and because he thought Diego hated his guts. Hearing him this concerned actually shuts Five's annoyance off and he attempts a reply. "Drained...Time travel's messy..."

He blinks a few times, trying to get the world back to focus, and the lights alone hurt so badly that he's screwing his eyes shut a moment later. Diego and Luther arguing sounds distant, he's too exhausted too pay much attention to it, which is why Five let's out a startled squeak when he's suddenly lifted from the ground. One of his arms latches onto Diego's chest, fingers curling on the fabric, and his other hands goes to his nose to try and keep the bleeding at bay.

"Can't promise anything." It's hard but Five actually smiles at Diego, head resting on the man's shoulder.

Diego and he weren't exactly in the best of terms, too different in personality most of the time, but that doesn't mean Five cares for him any less than his other siblings. It was just a lot harder to show it. He sounds out of breath and possibly about to pass out again but he gives Diego's chest a little bump. "Mom...she should be okay."