His glare mainly just comes off looking exhausted and Diego doesn't do much to react to it except to narrow his eyes as if in thought. "So you could live for another fifty years." He purses his lips. "You'd be nearly immortal."

He's joking, mostly. He knows Five has always thought he was an idiot. He can clearly see that Five's in no mood for this kind of a discussion right now. He still pretty much looks like he could fall over any minute now. He nods towards the sandwich in front of Five. "Eat up."

He takes another big bite of his sandwich and starts looking in drawers for a bottle of aspirin. It probably won't do much for Five, but maybe it'll help him shake his splitting headache.