Diego's mouth curves upwards the tiniest bit at Five's smart ass remark. He used to irritate the shit out of him when he was younger and he still does, but he's got to hand it to him. He's one tough son-of-a-bitch.

"You really gotta stop fainting. You're embarrassing yourself." Nevermind the first time had been due to a gunshot wound he hadn't bothered telling anyone about. Or that the second time was because he'd somehow managed to pull a miracle out of his ass at the last minute and save all of them.

Five's words are barely audible, but Diego hears them all the same. He glances down at him, his expression softening for a split second before he looks up at the window he'd last seen her. It's empty, but it's whole. And he has to hope that she is inside as well. He shoulders the door open and starts heading downstairs.

"What do you need?" He knows this isn't five's first time travelling trip. It's not even the first time he's come back looking bad, but not this bad.