"I'd stab you if you tried." Very, very deadly potatoes indeed. But there's no real fire behind Five's words anymore.

Now that the cat is out of the bag, there's no point in pretending. The fall had left him in pain and drained or energy and while he tries to cover it up with annoyance, it doesn't even sound genuine. Klaus' hand is blessedly cold against his feverish skin and he leans into it a little and sighs.

"I haven't been sleeping well, I'm only a bit tired."