{Another day goes by, I think it feels just like yesterday

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[n5]

This time, Five's lips visible curl into a mischievous smile as his fingers run up the side of Klaus' ribs to get another laugh out of him.

"Good to see some things haven't changed." His retreats before the other boy decides to try some kind of bodily harm stronger than the shoulder swat, or worse, try to tickle him back. Five knew Klaus' limits better than Diego and Luther, and remembers the tickle fights they had on occasion.

"An interesting point." One that he's too tired now to argue with, plus, it's kind of funny how often any of the Klaus decided to go around barefoot.

At the next reply, Five wants to argue that he's killed more people he can count, has been covered in blood often enough, and there's no one who can save him. He probably saved just as many people but those don't balance out the price of destroying an innocent life. Klaus doesn't need to know about more horrors, he's got enough of his own, so Five only curls into himself a little and listens, his previous smile gone as well.

"It's not pathetic if the other option is suffering. That's how survival works, we are naturally inclined to save our skins. No shame in it. You run, get stronger and handle things when you are ready."

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He giggles and squirms again, cutting the laugh short into a playfully annoyed sort of groan. "Uggh, you suck." "Well, it feels pathetic." he admits, turning on his side to face his brother. "You wouldn't run from it. D and Alli never run-- Ben hates everything about his powers and he still doesn't..." He frowns a little and shrugs one shoulder. "I'm just weak. I guess somebody had to be."

[n5]

He doesn't seem regretful at all about the tickles, even looking briefly smug at Klaus complain. Five missed this, it's a shame they all became too broken to enjoy simple things like siblings pestering each other.

"The nature of all our powers is very different. We can't all be fighters. And your powers can do some pretty impressive things, you should ask the other Klaus. We would be all dead if it weren't because of you."

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'We can't all be fighters', he says; 'No, somebody had to be the bitch than turned tail and ran.', replies the voice that likes to run inner-monologues in Klaus' head. It's debatable which is sadder-- the fact that this is the instant, knee-jerk response in his own head, or the fact that he's just so used to that, that it hardly phases him anymore. "Yeah, I guess." is the only thing that makes its way out of his mouth in response, though, a sigh echoing out after it. He frowns and looks over at his brother, skeptical doubt etched across his features. "Seriously?" Sounds fake, but you better believe he's gonna ask one of them.

[n5]

That's an inner voice that all the member's of this family might hear and some point, always at the most inconvenient moments, ruining any of chance at happiness. Five's inner angry voice sound like Reginald and to this day he can't get over the fact the man had been right about their argument about time travel. Nothing but his own hubris got him stuck in the future.

But thinking about that won't help him and it sure won't make Klaus feel better. The other boy doesn't sound very convincing with that 'I guess'. but the rest seems to get to him. Five allows himself to smile, in the privacy of his bed no one else but Klaus can see it after all.

"Would I lie? I don't go around complimenting people without a good reason, and that was amazing."

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He squints at him for a moment, but seems to decide that must be the truth and his features smooth out again as he shrugs. "Good point. Still seems weird and like false information though." Because really how on earth could talking to dead people help to the point of avoiding imminent harm-and-or-death?! "Better believe I'm gonna ask one of them, too." He isn't sure why Five doesn't just tell him, but maybe he wants to let it be the others' choice or something.

[n5]

"It's not. You need to forget all the crap dad told us." The man is the cause of most, if not all, their emotional problems and self-confidence issues. Klaus being younger now gives him a chance to move on sooner.

"Good." He doesn't overshare for several reasons, one of them being that is late ball's o'clock and if Five starts talking about the End of the World that would ruin the rest of the night for both of them. And he had hoped to catch some rest, tired as he is. It's why he rubs at his right eye in an attempt to keep himself awake.

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"Yeah," he scoffs, half-laughing, "I'll get right on that." He snorts and shakes his head. Fat chance on that one, bro. Some things are already written down into his bones, even this early on. He catches a glimpse of Five rubbing at his eye and Klaus nods a little lackadaisically. "Mmnn...me too." he admits quietly, shifting to get a little more comfortable. "...not gonna kick me out, are you?" he asks softly, voice small, an almost nervous air about him suddenly, like he thought maybe he really would be asked to leave.

[n5]

Five lightly slaps Klaus' arm with his free hand, not even bothering to look where he hits, could be the shoulder, could be the top of his head, who knows. Five's not really aiming to hurt, it's a simple pat.

"Smartass. I never said it would be easy." He blinks up at his moment a moment later, noticing the nod. "Ah, sorry...been a while without sleeping."

Five pulls the covers closer over both of them, curling a little into himself but looking perfectly comfortable after Klaus settles too. No, if he wanted to kick out his brother, he would have done so 30 minutes ago. Funny enough, Five's used to sleep next to someone...it's only that the 'someone' was a rather hard mannequin lady. So who knows, maybe Klaus will wake up in the middle of the night with his octopus of a brother curled around him.

"Don't snore."