This time, Mingyu scoffs at Five referring to himself as a child, grim humor written across his face in return. He withdraws as well, aware of the risk Five poses to his person in addition to being apparently deeply unstable. Out of everything, Mingyu hates unpredictable people the most, the kind of danger they pose nigh on impossible to account for.

It gives him a headache.

"Not to victim blame," he drawls dryly, finding a nice place across the room with his back to a wall to recline against, "but that's really just what you get for continuing to hang out with a man who takes no issue with pouring straight liquor for a child, gramps."

He makes a broad gesture with his hand then.

"By all means, I meant what I said. Ask away."