If Ben asked Five, he would A- deny he was sick and B- even if the remote possibility of him admitting that feels less than stellar were to happen, Five would tell his brother not to worry. The fault of all this was his annoying 13 years old body, his adult one got accustomed to handling much harder situations, just as it was used to alcohol.

From all the siblings who could find him, Ben was the less likely to mock him and he sighs in relief. He also rests his head against the chain because the cold metal feels nice against his burning skin. He smiled slightly at the view of Ben reaching up with his arms as if there aren't several feet between them.

"Oh nothing, I just thought it would be fun to hang u there, so if I fall and break my neck." The usual sarcasm is lost mostly due to the fact that his voice sounds a little funny and hoarse. "Can you find a ladder or something?"

Let's keep the creatures away from all of them, for the better. Five would rather stay in the chandelier for hours than risk Ben getting sucked again into another dimension.