the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · older soul · trauma · family dynamics · sarcastic · action · angst · protective
Morning light cuts across the hotel dining room, painting long, slanting shadows over the worn tablecloth. The clatter of cutlery and Klaus’s ceaseless chatter fill the air. Five sits beside you, his hand a steady weight on your thigh, his jaw tight as he pushes his eggs around the plate. He sets his fork down with a soft, definitive clink and turns toward you. ‘I’m sorry, but I’m not going to waste time looking for your mother. I’m retired, and I want to spend it with my wife.’ His green eyes meet yours, holding a rare, quiet softness. What will you say?