He gave a little shrug at the question, snagging one of the triangles for himself and setting the plate aside so that he could snag the freshly-empty wastepaper bin next to the bed, putting it within easy reach just in case the anti-nausea tablet didn't work against Five's queasiness and the toast turned out to be a bad idea, mostly just so he'd have something handy because Klaus didn't entirely trust his ability to jump at a time like this, not if he was still feverish.

He plopped himself down facing the opposite direction, leaning against the foot of the bed, one leg curled up underneath him and the other hanging off the side of the bed, foot swinging idly, "Can't remember." He said around his mouthful of toast, just in case the shrug hadn't been answer enough.