There is so much telling in how easy Five is accepting all of this. Especially from Klaus, of all people. He knows he isn't exactly Five's favorite. Or anyone's favorite. And he's definitely no one's first pick for anything; but he is definitely one of the only ones that might be fit for exactly this moment.

"I know what a panic attack looks like, man... I've had a thousand of 'em." he mumbles softly. "Last thing you need right now is to be alone." He'd just get more stuck in his own head and it makes it so much harder to break out of the cyclic thoughts that way.

For all that he might have guessed about this moment, this wasn't it. Five letting out a body-wracking sob, with soul-wrenching sobs to follow on its heels. The sound tugs at his heart and he wishes with everything in him he had a single clue what he could do, or say, to help right now. All he can manage is a soft, repeated murmur of, "It's okay, Five... it's okay."