Klaus was in shock when Vanya had told him what she found behind Allison's door earlier that night, when she barged in about to ask her sister where her hair brush had gone. He wasn't sure what to do with this information. He just knew he needed to tell someone, before he let it slip and he told the wrong person.

He placed his hands on his knees, ready to get up and head to Ben's room. Ben would never tell anyone. Hell, it was hard just to get a word out of him about anything, sometimes.

That's when Five materialized by his door, checking himself in the mirror and straightening his tie, before turning around and asking nonchalantly, "What are you up to?"

"Wow. You're actually interested?" Klaus asked, jokingly. "Well, you must be bored. I don't think you've been in my room since we were six, playing hide and seek, remember that? When you were popping from my closet to yours and I kept chasing you?"

"Yeah, I always kicked ass at that game." Five replied, with a satisfied smirk.

"Well, you did sort of have an unfair advantage." Klaus stated, before he remembered what he was about to do before Five had shown up.

He guessed that it would be okay to tell Five about it, instead of... or he should most likely say, before he told Ben. Five probably wouldn't give a shit, anyway. And he knew he could trust him. He wasn't the chatty type, let's just say. He was more likely to stay in his room, working on his equations, than to engage in a conversation with any of them. Which was what was making his appearance here in Klaus' room so strange. He would ignore that for now, but definitely would have to address it once the intent became a little clearer.

"So, do you wanna hear what Vanya just told me?" Klaus asked, patting the bed next to him, indicating Five to sit. Five was reluctant, but sauntered over and sat down, kind of stiffly, clearly uncomfortable.

"Not really. But you're going to tell me anyway."

"She said she busted into Allison's room cuz she was pissed about something. I think she used her last tampon or something... I don't know. Anyways, she said that Ally and Luther were making out!" Klaus said with a look of faux shock on his face, as if he'd just heard it the first time.

The weird thing? Five didn't look surprised by it, at all.

"Wait... did you already know?" Klaus asked.

Five snorted, "Please, don't tell me you didn't!" He smiled, and snorted, "You know what? That's one of the main things I love about you, Klaus. You've somehow maintained your childhood ignorance, even though you should be more grown up than all of us." His eyes widened as he said that, and he couldn't stop himself before adding, "You've got a great power... but it's horrible too, you know?"

Five was always worried that the ghosts chasing Klaus around would push his fragile self off of the edge one day. He really hoped they wouldn't be around this place when it did. Their father would do awful things to him. What, he didn't know. And he really never wanted to find out.

"Well, du-uh! Of course, I know how messed up my powers are, silly-buns."

"Seriously! I honestly don't know if I could even handle it. You're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for, Klaus."

"Wow... I seriously don't know what to say."

"That's a first, I think." Five retorted, which earned a small smirk from both boys. Their eyes met, and a blush swept over both of their cheeks. Five's eyes shot to the ground, nervously, overcome with a feeling in the pit of his stomach he was starting to enjoy.

"So, what are you really doing here, Number Five?" Klaus asked, putting his arm on the bed behind Five's back and leaning in just a tad bit closer. Just a tad, but close enough to make both boys suddenly very aware of their proximity to one another.

"I don't know. I was bored; you're not busy. I thought maybe you'd like to come up to the roof with me and help me with this." Five replied, pulling a joint out from behind his ear.

Klaus threw his hand across his chest, in yet again faux shock, gasping loudly, "Why, Five, my young lad... wherever did you obtain such a thing?"

"Let's just say, I know a guy. So, you in?"

"Oh, you know it, broseph!"

Five's hand grabbed his wrist, gently at first, but it became tight once the light surrounded them. Before he knew it, they were both on the roof, where a long lawn chair had been waiting for them. Their eyes both shot up to the stars. It was rare to see them through the haze of the city lights and pollution. Five looked over at Klaus' face and smiled, he couldn't help it. He was staring with the biggest, goofiest looking smile on his face and a spark in his eyes that reminded him of what he assumed a child getting his first puppy looked like. That childlike wonderment was endearing, and he hoped Klaus would never lose that either.

He then realized his fingers were still on Klaus' hand. He jerked it away, trying to mask the fright that gave him by digging in his pockets for a lighter. He began to try to light the joint, the wind making it difficult. Klaus helped blocking the wind by placing his hands like a wall around it, as it sparked up, smoke billowing into the cold night air.

Klaus was kind of bewildered by the ease his brother had, letting a thick burst of smoke escape his lips, just to suck it back into his mouth. He held it in for a few seconds, before exhaling and passing it to him. He looked like he'd been smoking forever!

'Great, something else to feel inadequate around my siblings about!' He thought, because he knew from the smell of it, it was some good stuff and he might be in trouble when he hit it. Sadly, he was right. He breathed in a small puff just to explode with loud coughs, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, as spit dribbled from his mouth. He thought he'd hear laughing, but instead a warm hand began rubbing his shoulders and upper back, gently.

"You need some water?" Five asked, not even waiting for the answer. He popped away for a second and came back with a cold bottle from the fridge downstairs, opening it and handing it to him. Klaus grabbed it and gulped it down, Five's hand returning to the small of his back this time, rubbing softer.

His hand never left his back as they sat there and finished the joint in a comfortable silence that Five rarely got to share with his brother. He was really enjoying it, until Klaus asked a question Five didn't know he feared.

Klaus had gotten up from the chair and walked over to the chimney, removing a lose brick and pulling out a flattened pack of cigarettes. He sat back down, offering the pack to his brother, to which Five just shook his head. Maybe later. "So, who was your first kiss?"

Shit. Maybe he would take that cigarette after all.