"Mature." Comes his the unimpressed reply one Five catches sight of that tongue. A minute later one of the couch's pillows is thrown at Klaus' face, so, really, they're both toddlers.

"Then why aren't you leaving? I can take care of myself. " Five wouldn't stop him, it's almost as if he expects Klaus to do so. Why wouldn't he? His family made it clear they don't really trust him much, not even when chunks of the moon were raining on them. He's not so sure if he wants to be alone, more so for the simple reason that if someone dangerous showed up, he can't really protect anybody.

"Ah. Nothing helps?"