If he was honest with himself, Five was a bit of a loss about how to deal with Luther. They were both products of their messed up uprising, very different in personality even since they were kids. Luther eager to make their father proud and Five antagonizing him at any given opportunity.
From all of them, Luther probably was the most heroic. The one on the side of the angels while Five was the kind of person who operated best from the shadows. The one who desperately tried to help people, to please their dad, until it cost him his body. And the old bastard didn't even appreciate his efforts.
If he was really honest with himself, Five would admit that was the part that pissed him off the most. He wanted Luther to realize how awful and selfish his father was just so he could move on, which was why they butted heads so often. They argued and got on each other nerves but then when push came to shove, Five knew exactly on whose side he wanted to be, the rest be damned. It had taken his humanity and soul to come back to his family and he wasn't going to let them die twice. And now here they were, dealing with the aftermath of the almost-apocalypse.
Hurt, but whole.
As a family.
Five's mind and body were too tired to even muster enough energy to growl at Luther for treating him with kid gloves. It was more comforting than annoying this time because in his current state the teen was aware he could not teleport them anywhere or be of much use if there was a threat. But his brother could. Not like Five would ever admit under torture that the reason why he liked Luther's bed was the sense of safety it brought him. It was big and comfy, that was all. Really, all.
Grace's voice, as soft and sweet as always has been, startles Five awake and he looks around the place in confusion, almost falling off the bed. Face flushed in embarrassment and hair in disarray, his eyes go from Luther to his puzzle, then to mom and her tray. If someone is ever safe from snarky remarks, that was her.
"...'m fine..." He doesn't sound all that convincing even to his ears and takes the offered tea with a soft 'thank you'. His voice is hoarse and after mom leaves the train on the bed so both Luther and him can reach her, Five looks over to his brother. "You should have woken me if you wanted your room to yourself."
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From all of them, Luther probably was the most heroic. The one on the side of the angels while Five was the kind of person who operated best from the shadows. The one who desperately tried to help people, to please their dad, until it cost him his body. And the old bastard didn't even appreciate his efforts.
If he was really honest with himself, Five would admit that was the part that pissed him off the most. He wanted Luther to realize how awful and selfish his father was just so he could move on, which was why they butted heads so often. They argued and got on each other nerves but then when push came to shove, Five knew exactly on whose side he wanted to be, the rest be damned. It had taken his humanity and soul to come back to his family and he wasn't going to let them die twice. And now here they were, dealing with the aftermath of the almost-apocalypse.
Hurt, but whole.
As a family.
Five's mind and body were too tired to even muster enough energy to growl at Luther for treating him with kid gloves. It was more comforting than annoying this time because in his current state the teen was aware he could not teleport them anywhere or be of much use if there was a threat. But his brother could. Not like Five would ever admit under torture that the reason why he liked Luther's bed was the sense of safety it brought him. It was big and comfy, that was all. Really, all.
Grace's voice, as soft and sweet as always has been, startles Five awake and he looks around the place in confusion, almost falling off the bed. Face flushed in embarrassment and hair in disarray, his eyes go from Luther to his puzzle, then to mom and her tray. If someone is ever safe from snarky remarks, that was her.
"...'m fine..." He doesn't sound all that convincing even to his ears and takes the offered tea with a soft 'thank you'. His voice is hoarse and after mom leaves the train on the bed so both Luther and him can reach her, Five looks over to his brother. "You should have woken me if you wanted your room to yourself."