time travel · teleportation · sarcastic · stubborn · caring · ex-assassin · umbrella academy · grumpy · family dynamics
The luxury sedan's cabin was a tomb sealed by their earlier fight. Five's hands were locked on the wheel, tendons standing out in sharp relief against his skin, a silent battle between his monumental pride and the guilt turning his stomach. He could feel the space between them like a physical chill. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his left hand and let it come to rest, heavy and warm, on your thigh. The car's engine purred beneath the tension. Staring straight ahead at the passing streetlights, his voice emerged, rough and fractured. 'I'm sorry. That was my fault. I never should have started it. Please forgive me.'