[ Beggars can't be choosers, after all. Things are complicated now. He's in a strange place and his siblings have been through things, now, that he can't understand any more than they can understand what he's been through. It's weird being on that sort of even keel with them, in a way. Between that and the fact that he'd given up Delores back home and, even if he hadn't, she's not here for him to go back to leaning on, Number Five has nothing left to help him cope and sort out the mess in his mind except alcohol. He's not going to be picky about the kind he can get his hands on, all things considered. ]
So, you were saying...you and Diego have been trying to mend thirty years of a rift and the universe is having none of it?
[ He gestures her toward the couch. Prim is in her bedroom, otherwise, he'd gesture toward his own for some privacy. She'll stay where she is if he asks her to, but unless she shows a sign of intending to come out to join them, Five will leave her to her devices and he and his sister can use the living room.
Unwrapping the bottle, Five crumbles the paper bag in one hand and tosses it onto the coffee table to take care of later on, before sinking into the other end of the couch and grinning slightly as the satisfying crack that comes from breaking the safety seals in place when he turns the bottle cap to open it. He doesn't bother with a glass or any ice, he just lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a pull from it, humming his appreciation for the burn as he swallows. Then, he lowers the bottle for a moment before thinking to offer it back toward Vanya. She did buy it, after all. He should probably pay her back for that, but he'll have to go to his room for cash and he doesn't want to draw attention from Prim doing that just now. ]
So what got in the way?
[ What he actually wants to ask is what prompted them to try to fix their fucked up relationship in the first place, but maybe that question will be answered in the setup of the answer to the question he's actually asked.
Five's head tilts just slightly with interest as he looks back at his sister, wanting to make her feel like it's safe to respond and that he's not going to find something to tear to shreds or snap about.
The truth is, Diego nailed it on the head when he'd pointed out that Five had come back for the Hargreeves siblings, not just to save the world. And really, the thing is that he realizes he should follow the advice he's given Number Two. Five has his own bridges to mend or build, for that matter. There are so many years between him and the others and he needs to fill in the empty spaces. He might not necessarily like some of them very well, but he also doesn't know them anymore. He needs to fix that. Regardless of whether he likes them, he loves every last one of them more than any of them probably realize. It's funny how being alone for that long will shape the way a guy feels about the family he unintentionally left behind. There'd been a rosy glow painted around all of them before he'd returned. It's faded some after the week leading up to the apocalypse, from most of them, but there is still love there, either way.
He should take that and utilize it to rebuild relationships with them all, probably one at a time. Vanya feels like the most natural and easiest one to start with, for him. They'd been close as children and she'd been the only one he'd really trusted to talk to that first night because of course she was. She'd been the first one he'd called out for when he'd wound up in the future to find the Academy turned to rubble. She was always the one he loved the most. Even 45 years of being alone and separated and then an apocalypse can't change that, it would seem. ]
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If it's alcoholic, it's the brand I like.
[ Beggars can't be choosers, after all. Things are complicated now. He's in a strange place and his siblings have been through things, now, that he can't understand any more than they can understand what he's been through. It's weird being on that sort of even keel with them, in a way. Between that and the fact that he'd given up Delores back home and, even if he hadn't, she's not here for him to go back to leaning on, Number Five has nothing left to help him cope and sort out the mess in his mind except alcohol. He's not going to be picky about the kind he can get his hands on, all things considered. ]
So, you were saying...you and Diego have been trying to mend thirty years of a rift and the universe is having none of it?
[ He gestures her toward the couch. Prim is in her bedroom, otherwise, he'd gesture toward his own for some privacy. She'll stay where she is if he asks her to, but unless she shows a sign of intending to come out to join them, Five will leave her to her devices and he and his sister can use the living room.
Unwrapping the bottle, Five crumbles the paper bag in one hand and tosses it onto the coffee table to take care of later on, before sinking into the other end of the couch and grinning slightly as the satisfying crack that comes from breaking the safety seals in place when he turns the bottle cap to open it. He doesn't bother with a glass or any ice, he just lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a pull from it, humming his appreciation for the burn as he swallows. Then, he lowers the bottle for a moment before thinking to offer it back toward Vanya. She did buy it, after all. He should probably pay her back for that, but he'll have to go to his room for cash and he doesn't want to draw attention from Prim doing that just now. ]
So what got in the way?
[ What he actually wants to ask is what prompted them to try to fix their fucked up relationship in the first place, but maybe that question will be answered in the setup of the answer to the question he's actually asked.
Five's head tilts just slightly with interest as he looks back at his sister, wanting to make her feel like it's safe to respond and that he's not going to find something to tear to shreds or snap about.
The truth is, Diego nailed it on the head when he'd pointed out that Five had come back for the Hargreeves siblings, not just to save the world. And really, the thing is that he realizes he should follow the advice he's given Number Two. Five has his own bridges to mend or build, for that matter. There are so many years between him and the others and he needs to fill in the empty spaces. He might not necessarily like some of them very well, but he also doesn't know them anymore. He needs to fix that. Regardless of whether he likes them, he loves every last one of them more than any of them probably realize. It's funny how being alone for that long will shape the way a guy feels about the family he unintentionally left behind. There'd been a rosy glow painted around all of them before he'd returned. It's faded some after the week leading up to the apocalypse, from most of them, but there is still love there, either way.
He should take that and utilize it to rebuild relationships with them all, probably one at a time. Vanya feels like the most natural and easiest one to start with, for him. They'd been close as children and she'd been the only one he'd really trusted to talk to that first night because of course she was. She'd been the first one he'd called out for when he'd wound up in the future to find the Academy turned to rubble. She was always the one he loved the most. Even 45 years of being alone and separated and then an apocalypse can't change that, it would seem. ]