Those infamous family meetings, that never really seemed to go successfully whenever Luther called one lately. People talked over each other, mocked each other, lashed out, made jokes, and then just... walked right out. Sir Reginald would never have accepted such disobedience, but Luther seems to have lost the knack of keeping them all in line. It's like herding cats and with his confidence shaken after that disastrous week, he feels like he can't do it. It's a wonder they all even managed to muster together enough to stop the apocalypse in all that mess and that panic, with Allison near-dead, Vanya missing, murderous assassins hot on their heels...

But perhaps because of that very situation, Luther's grown to listen to Five's advice. Unhinged as The Boy can be, he also knows what he's talking about. He's proven his competence over and over.

So: "Guess we do, after a rest," Luther admits. A thoughtful pause. "And when you don't look like you're dying."