"So sorry that my brushes with death are inconveniencing you." There's no venom to his words since he sounds too drowsy, but Five, being Five, had to say something. By the looks of it, he might fall sleep on Diego at any moment, his arms are surprisingly comfy.

"I ..uh..." What were they talking about again? It's so hard to focus that he even misses his brother softer look. "...S...something caloric. To raise my sugar level."

When he first came back, Five had made himself a peanut butter marshmallow sandwich both because he had missed it and because Five had needed the extra boost. It always has been his type of comfort food, Vanya knew it well. The bloody nose is a bit concerning and it makes Five frowns when he ends with his hand covered in red.