The asset lets him go, curling up around his coffee against the wall of the building. He doesn't know if he should chase the familiarity or let it be, fight to remember or ignore it and feel safe, and trying to keep up a conversation in the midst of that seems... hard.

Hell, conversations in general are hard, he's finding. He's exhausted already from putting together so many words. Best to let Five make his way to somewhere more lively.