All of them. She nods, making the mental adjustment. Considering how she was never intended to think of herself as anything but a supportive tool, a bit of furniture- and how much she wants to be more? It's a surprisingly difficult adjustment to slot herself in alongside Pogo and the children. This is their home.

Her home.

Five's voice goes quiet and Grace turns to look him in the eye, brows upticked, lips pressed thin at the faint thread of distress. She hasn't said anything about his disappearance- he left, he was back, that is more than enough for her. Anything else is something he can and will bring to her if he wants. And now it seems like he wants to talk about it. "Five..."

It's tentative, resting her hands on his shoulders. Any of the others she'd pull into a hug immediately but... She bends her knees slightly to be more on his level, "I know. Your father- he liked to push. He thought he had to push- and he never knew where to quit. He never expected to push you far enough to leave." Reginald was arrogant, he assumed he knew every move to be made and had an answer for it.

"I was so angry with him-" In so much that she could be angry, quiet and stiff and upset every hour Five had been away, every moment one of her charges was shoved so far out of the nest he couldn't return for near two decades. "You managed something near impossible to go- and you found your way back. That is what matters."