Diego's hand pauses as he paws through a drawer at the sound of that raw vulnerability. Logically he knows that Five is an old man, but at that moment he sounds like a scared thirteen year old. Diego swallows thickly, reaching for the bottle of aspirin shoved at the back of the drawer.

"What do I know?" he says, giving Five a shrug as if to say he doesn't know much at all. "I'm not that smart, remember?" He opens the bottle and shakes out two for him, swallowing them dry. He sets two more pills in front of Five's plate.