Touches to his shoulder he can appreciate, they're slightly heavier than the past unwelcome caresses to his face and they help to erase those memories. It's a kind of comfort he doesn't appreciate from just about anyone, not after so many years without proper contact, it's often overwhelming and hard to handle.

He's no longer a kid, Five will argue, he's too old and can take care of himself...but maybe they both need this. So he listens and nods to her advice.

"I'd like that. Thank you, mom." Five knows she couldn't be needlessly condescending or cruel even if she tried for a million years. So different from his father, from the rest of humanity. Much better, in a way.

This time, it's him who reaches out for her hand when the shadow of uncertainty seems to cross her perfect features. Her skin is smoother than his own, even if his body is back to being young and mostly unscathed, and he gives her fingers a light squeeze. His lips curl into a proud smile at that answer, and for a moment he looks his body's age.

"With windows, yes. We can check the rooms later and maybe ask the others if they want to help? You'll need new curtains." He's subtly suggesting they leave the house to buy those. Five doesn't think he's ever seen Grace leave since he's been back, much less during daylight.