Five guided Klaus over to the long lawn chair, and sat him down gently. He found a blanket that had been left there, he assumed by Luther and Allison, now that Luther knew about the spot. He draped it over Klaus' shoulders, rubbing them softly, making shushing noises as he pulled him closer. Klaus rested his head on Five's shoulder as his breathing began to slow down. The voices were getting quieter the more he focused on Five's hand. It had trailed under the back of his shirt and he was gently dragging his fingertips over the soft skin, tracing lazy patterns as he went. Klaus was wondering if he was actually working on math problems back there, but decided not to spoil the moment and ask.

"Better?" Five asked.

"A little." Klaus said, as he started to wipe the old tears away. Five's hand took over, gently stroking his cheek with his thumb, meticulously, trying to rid any evidence of sadness away from his brother's face. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. It's my duty."

"Yeah, well, I hardly ever see anyone else living up to their brotherly duties."

"Hey." Five said, trying to get Klaus to look at him. He needed to look in his eyes if he was going to say this. He took a big deep breath, working up the nerve, and continued, "I don't do it because I'm your brother, Klaus. I do it because I love you."

"Aww, I love you too, bro!" Klaus joked.

Of course Klaus would take it out of context. He stood and began pacing the small expanse of the roof, unsure of how to continue. But how could Five express what he really wanted to say, which was, "No. I mean, I love you." And he wasn't talking about a brotherly love, like Klaus had interpreted, and it was more than just a 'butterflies in your stomach' crush, like he'd thought at first. This was a yearning, deep down to the depths of his soul. A straight-up 'I will kill for you, I will die for you' kind of love. And that terrified Five. The only thing that terrified him more was the thought of truly confessing his feelings, finally opening his heart up, just to have Klaus rip it out. He didn't know if he could handle it.

He needed to change the subject. "You know, I need to remember to start locking my door. I wish you hadn't seen... that." Five said, with slight embarrassment. Great way to deflect the issue, dumbass.' Five thought to himself. He wasn't sure why he'd said that, but was mad he did. He hated when anyone saw his weaknesses, his vulnerability.

"What? The crying? You are human, you know. As much as you don't want anyone to see it, we all know you have a heart somewhere in there." Klaus said, "But, I agree... No more crying, we've both done too much of that lately."

"Well, of course I have a heart... Wait, both? You crying over me, Four?" He asked, with a small smirk. He wasn't sure which of those answers he wanted to hear, but somehow needed to hear that answer.

"I might of." Klaus confessed, sadly, with a slight pout.

Five felt horrible. As much as it weirdly excited him that someone cared enough about him to cause such emotions, it really upset him that he'd done that to Klaus. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to... make you... you know."

"I know you'd never hurt me intentionally, Fivey-poo." He replied, but his gaze creeped past Five, who was about to rip into him for the new nickname. He looked genuinely horrified, but who didn't when they saw ghosts? Which is what Five was assuming was happening to his brother again now.

He could see Klaus' shoulders start to shake again, and he ran over to him, enveloping him in a tight embrace. His breath was hitched in his throat and his eyes wouldn't leave a certain spot by the chimney.

He grabbed Klaus' chin and turned his gaze toward him, "Hey, hey... fuck all those assholes. You're here with me, right? Come on." Five laid back on the chair, pulling Klaus down at his side. Even though he was much larger than him, he curled into Five like a wounded animal. Five's hand pulled his head into the crook of his neck, rubbing his fingers through the hair at the bottom. "See? That's better. Just keep your focus on me."

Klaus was trying, but the servant lady with the noose around her neck was making it difficult. But the way Five had them placed on the chair, he couldn't see her anymore. But he could hear the hacking sounds she made as she tried to speak, to tell him what happened. He slammed his eyes shut, digging his face further in to his brother, to try and hide any semblance of the outside world right now. He just wanted to focus on Five.

Klaus could hear his pulse pounding in his chest and thought that might work as a deterrent to the other noise. He just needed to center his attention on that thumping. His hand went from resting at his side to Five's chest, his thumb moving back and forth, lightly caressing the nipple under the fabric, accidentally. Five's pulse got slightly faster then, and he heard his breathing stop for a second, before returning more unsteadily.

Five had considered it most likely a fluke, but it got his brain and, apparently, his pulse racing. What if it hadn't been a coincidence? He wasn't sure. All he was sure of was that he was here cuddling with Klaus, and the world seemed perfect.

He also knew he wasn't going to get a better opportunity, either. His free hand that was tucked behind his own head went to Klaus' chin, tilting his gaze up toward him. His thumb stroked his cheek, lovingly, as he leaned down and trepidly placed his lips on Klaus'.