"Mm. And I could hear Diego's shitty taste in music," he mutters, letting his eyes slide shut now that he's settled behind him on the bed. Sure, now he's the one who's got the makeshift covers to contend with, but his coat is practically a blanket on a bad day, anyway.

True to his word, it really isn't long until he falls asleep -- although he won't stay out for long, if past history is anything to go by. Hopefully Five's sleep is a little more restful and restorative.