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[imprudency]

Klaus dips the moment that Five's knees buckle and he wraps an arm around his waist, hauling him back up against his side. Five isn't light, exactly, but it's certainly not like he's picking up a full blown adult, and that helps. He could probably scoop him up if he had to, but the bed's right there.

He hobbles with his brother, kicking the door shut behind them and helps guide him to the bed.

"Someone took a nasty hit to the head, didn't they? Or are you casually bleeding out everywhere like you were last time? I heard the stories don't worry."

But Klaus suddenly wishes he wasn't a little buzzed, even if that's how existed for much of his life. The fogginess of the alcohol wears off as its replaced with adrenaline and worry. "Gotta talk to me here if I'm gonna help you before you go all Sleeping Beauty on me."

[littlepsycho]

"Cast iron skillet," Five corrects, though he knows this is more than that. "Courtesy of Diego's ex."

He frowns at the comment about last time, not liking the idea that Allison and Diego have been talking about him to the others, but it's immediately replaced with a sigh of relief as he lays back on the bed.

The room doesn't entirely stop spinning, but it does slow down. He shuts his eyes momentarily and though he thinks Klaus is worrying over nothing, it does take him a huge amount of effort to open them again.

"Do I have to?" he asks, opening one eye to look at his brother. He sighs and opens his other eye. "It's nothing, Klaus. I just need coffee."

Simplified to it's most basic level, any kind of caffeine should help him fight some of the exhaustion threatening to wipe him out. He doesn't remember the last time he slept, let alone want to try to calculate how much energy that stunt in the barn took, but the important thing was that his family was safe.

For now.

[imprudency]

"No wonder he likes her," Klaus muses, looking a little impressed. He hadn't had to fight Lila hand to hand, but he had seen the damage she could do replicating their abilities. It's for the better that she hadn't gotten her dirty little paws on his gift.

Once Five is settled in the bed he moves immediately for the bathroom, grabbing the hand towel and wetting it with cold water. When he returns, he folds it and carefully presses it over Five's forehead.

"I'll have to take a trip to fill the ice bucket in a bit but pretty sure first aid 101 says to avoid caffeine in cases of extreme concussions but shit, what do I know, I'm just the family drunk." He grins toothily, but makes a point to keep his voice low, his tone belying the concern behind his eyes.

"It's a wonder it didn't crack your skull but with a head as hard as yours, well," he waves a hand and moves then to the little coffee maker in the room. It's not much, but one he has the pot filled, he sets it to brewing. No, this isn't what his brother needs, but maybe the smell of it alone will be an excellent placebo.

"Lucky for you I've had all kinds of head injuries in my time, so I'm a fucking expert."

[littlepsycho]

"She's a lunatic," he says darkly, closing his eyes again as Klaus disappears into the bathroom. They should all probably be thankful that she wasn't a psychopath like her mother, though he's sure that being raised by that monster had left more than enough damage behind.

There was a chance she'd come after them. Or, at the very least, she'd come after him. He had killed her parents, after all, and even if he hadn't orchestrated the kill he'd still been the trigger man. She hadn't seen first hand how ruthless the Handler could be, mowing them all down or know that she'd killed Lila herself when she no longer fit in her design.

He opens his eyes as Klaus puts the cold compress on his head. Confusion clouds his gaze for a moment as he looks back at his brother. Tenderness is something that he's gone without for a long time. His first instinct is to distrust it, but Klaus simply pratters on and turns on the coffee machine. There's no request for something in return.

"That explains a lot," Five says, but it's lacking his usual sharpness. He watches Klaus for a moment longer. "Are you okay?"

There's something off. More off than usual. He sounds the same, but behind the concern, Five thinks there's a sadness that hadn't been there before. Or he simply hadn't had the time to notice.