{Hazy sunshine over the hill

[deadlycurves]

WHO: Hargreeves + YOU

WHERE: Krakoa; various

WHEN: Varies, specified by thread

WHAT: Varies, specified by thread

WARNINGS: Warnings will be updated where necessary

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[timehit]

"Where do you think?" Five asks, in that impatient tone he uses so often. Isn't it obvious? Caught on his way down the porch steps, he halts in place. Where it would be easy enough, and indeed he's done so often enough in the past, to use his abilities and blink away from minor annoyances, simple attempts to talk when he'd rather hold back —

Five takes a breath, heaving out a quiet sigh before he turns to look at Diego. Where he likes to keep his feelings guarded, even now when things have been stable, some strange semblance of happy, his brother wears his feelings more openly. It's either annoying or brave of him and Five doesn't bother to determine which.

"And what are you doing out here, anyway? It's early yet, and you could help read a story and put Claire to bed. I'm sure Luther and Allison would appreciate a little help with things." A distraction, a deflect? It should be surprising, Five's thoughtfulness in terms of Claire, but he's given himself away too many times already.

[deadlycurves]

"You're a lot of things, Five, but I don't think I would ever really describe you as obvious or predictable." He says with an arch of both eyebrows in his brother's direction.

When he got saddled with the very, very unwanted power to empathy upon arrival into this world, Diego had to do a whole lot of facing a lot of things. Becoming aware of the emotions of every person around him made it a lot easier to recognize certain things in himself, made him have to look at it a lot closer. It made him a little more prone to wearing it all on his sleeve, maybe more here than he ever did back home, under dad's reign. (Though, honestly-- his face had always been a betrayer of every emotion he felt, even back then).

"I'm taking a minute out here, because I've got everybody's tension screaming in my head right now. Sue me." He tries to keep the sharp snap out of his tone, but there is still a harder edge to his words all the same, if nothing else simply in a kneejerk reaction to Five's own biting words. "Empath, remember?"