Five paused in his munching, gave a nod, and then took another bite of the toast. That was apparently a legit excuse to him. God knows he lost track of basic necessities constantly, like proper sleep, when he was focused on something or working on equations. The only times he slept during the week when they were trying to stop the apocalypse was when he was drunk or unconscious.

"It happens, I..." Five stopped again, nose scrunching up and eyes widening. Oh, no. Not now. His free hand flew to his face to pinch his nose but he was too slow.

The boy sneezed and space jumped out of view.

Only to re-appear a second later, on Klaus's lap, with a small shriek of frustration.