"You're talking nonsense." Or rather, Five really has no idea about the song. Not knowing things on top of feeling like crap is immensely frustrating. For a few seconds, he rests his forehead against the chain, eyes closed. It's cold and is helping him focus a little more easily.

"I'd take the fall." Ove his idiot brother maybe breaking his neck? yeah, any day.

Five opens his red-rimmed eyes and stares at Klaus, still precariously balancing himself on top of the banister. If there's any other person in this house as stubborn as Five, that's his brother. The boy's annoyance withers and he just sounds tired. "You're not going to stop until I move, isn't it?"