Frustration seems to be a common sentiment in this house. What had seemed like a well-timed stroke of luck has led absolutely nowhere, and involved people Five never intended. If he’d been hoping for an outlet, if not a breakthrough, he hasn’t found it behind the door he just exited. The only option left to try puts a bad taste in his mouth and sours his mood that was already nearing abysmal.

One step into the hall and movement catches his eye. He looks up sharply to see Fox approach, seemingly in a hurry to catch him. After their last meeting, he’s one of the last he would have expected to willingly seek him out, and his eyes narrow accordingly.

Is he busy? That would have sounded like a joke if he didn’t already seem so tense. Five sways slightly away from the door, but never takes his eyes off of him, watching for a sign of what he wants before he asks.

Unable to reach a conclusion, he nods his head. There’s an unease about him, but it somehow seems unrelated. For whatever reason, that manages to make him more uncomfortable than the idea of being caught doing something he’d have to deal with explaining.

“What is it?”