"Yeah, I got no clue either." He's not in the best state of mind to think. It's hard enough to keep his eyes open when all he wants to do it lie down and sleep without his sneezes teleporting to the basement or someplace equally ridiculous. Five feels parched and his voice is still croaky because of the sore throat but he tries to offer some more insight. "Maybe it's because you are not drinking or getting high anymore?"

He lets out a small sigh when Klaus hand becomes a lightweight on his back, keeping him in place. He would normally complain but it's clear Five no longer has the energy to do that. "Since it doesn't look like we are going to break our necks falling to the first floor, why don't you, uh, try floating down to the ground? Think about doing that really hard?"