"I'm being scolded in my own bed, unbelievable." Five grumbles, voice dripping with fondness. He's aware that the other means well and that Klaus more than anyone knows about how much not sleeping can fuck you up.

"Good, then I won't have to throw a slipper at you."

I killed a lot of people I didn't want to hurt, Five doesn't say, but the look in his eyes turns from sleepy to something darker, older. Tired.

He gives his brother a small smile for the conviction, though, it's sweet. From all his siblings, Klaus's the one who still doesn't know Five's a monster. Maybe for a night, Five can pretend he doesn't know it either.

"Do you want to talk about what's keeping you up?" It doesn't take a genius to imagine it's probably the Undead but maybe there's more to it.