He could argue that Luther isn't a kid any more, but he stays silent. It doesn't feel like his place. They were all around their father longer than he was, and besides that, he's too far removed from the equation. While they spent their early adulthood grappling with their childhood traumas, he was fighting to survive in the apocalypse. Time changed him and how he looked back on those early years. They don't have that benefit of perspective, and it leaves him disconnected.

Dad didn't raise them out of love. He raised them to save the world, and they failed. If they knew everything Five has done to rewrite history, maybe they'd see how pointless their hurt feelings are.

"Keep an eye on them." He tries pulling away, his patience at her work suddenly gone. His side hurts when he stretches and reaches for the fresh shirt beside him, but that only results in a frown. Easily covered when he keeps talking like he's giving her instructions he expects her to follow. "I need to know that I can find you."