[ You wanted to talk, man, so talking happens. It's not so different to all those times back int eh Apocalypse when Five rambled to Dolores, with the difference that lying to himself is nigh impossible now.

He makes a face at the mention of Disney world. If he were in the other man's shoes and everyone reminded him of something that never happened to him, Five would also start going nuts. Or rather, he would start to worry about going nuts further. He doesn't need more hallucinations or not being able to tell reality from a bad dream. ]

I thought that finally coming back to our family would make it easier but the problems keep piling up.

[ Comfort is a tricky thing for them. Touches in the past had only meant bad things: someone trying to fight him off, an enemy aiming to kill him, the Handler's annoying and deliberately ignoring his personal space...But not having an easy time with touch doesn't mind that they don't crave it, That they don't need it. Almost without realizing it, Five moves closer to his other self, if not to touch him, to offer the comfort of a nearby presence. ]

I know you are. It's been some really long weeks. [ Five huffs at his own words, that's an understatement. He also tries to smile a little but it never really reaches his eyes. ] Maybe we really need some proper sleep.

[ When was the last time they had a break? A full night of rest? God, he can't even remember. ]