The tension in this guy is so... palpable, almost so thick it threatens to suck all of the air out of the room at once. It's a weird feeling, and Five doesn't particularly care for it at all.

"Guess we'll find out soon enough," his lips twitch into the barest hint of a smirk, the kind that looks so out of place on a face so young and feels like it belongs on a shark instead. "Enjoy your coffee..." Something about those words feels kind of final, and if he doesn't say anything else, Five will eventually get to his feet and wander off in search of another cup of the stuff for himself.