He closes his eyes briefly, leaning into Grace's hands. The last one of his tears drips down the corner of his eyes, only to be sweep away by her gentle touch. If the smell of flour reaches his nose, it only makes him smile. Five knows she's sincere. Not because she was never programmed to lie, her code changed and now she's her own person, but because he can feel it in his bones.

It's overwhelming. Like he's given something precious, something that had been out of his reach for so long that it's both confusing and relieving to hold it close. Overwhelming but good. The first stage of healing.

She's always been good at that, at fixing broken children.

A small, surprised squeak escapes Five after the kiss to his forehead, bringing back memories he thought forgotten and making him blush a little. He doesn't complain, it's just...it's a very mom thing to do and he hasn't felt like a kid in decades.

Big blue eyes look up at her when he notices Grace crying, or the closest thing she's capable to do this time, it's him who reaches out to caress her face with a reassuring smile. "I'm happy we are all here too."

There's sound coming from outside the kitchen, approaching voices chatting amicably for once. It's not hard to figure out that the rest of the family is coming to get food. Five reaches out one last time, smoothing out the creases on her dress that he caused while clinging to Grave with a small, apologetic smile. Time to have a normal, family breakfast for once.