That sounded more like Diego and Luther's thing, going at each others throats out of frustration. Five was the sort to abandon the scene when he wasn't interested in someone, poor Klaus knew it too well.

'Do I look okay!?' Five wanted to growl back but he was too busy holding his head and murmuring a trail of soft. Ow, ow, ow... There was a persistent throbbing pain behind his eyes as if someone were taking a jackhammer to his brain.

When he looked up, he finally took notice of how close was his brother, as if he tried to shield him about someone or something. Blinking a few times to clear his head, Fives eyes left Klaus to look around the room and... there were far too many things everywhere for this to be his bedroom. Shit.

"I'm fine." It didn't sound sincere even to his ears but Five was trying to save face even as embarrassment colored his cheeks a deeper red. "You should have woken me up sooner, I'll go."

'And then we will never speak of this again', was not said but implied.