"It's not about keeping track," Five answers cooly. He's not having this conversation right now, and is very intent on making it clear. None of this was a goddamn competition.

Klaus gets a glowering look his way at that remark. It's scathing, the way he glares, but more than that - if you know where to look, there's hurt. Flying way below the surface-tied irritation, there's something terribly disquieting about the idea of him wanting to be like dad. It's...complicated, but it still stings, for some undefinable reason.

"It's fine short distances," he tires out so much faster, now. The effects of overexertion are worse than they've ever been. He's lucky he hasn't thrown up, or passed out yet and it hadn't stopped him from pushing himself but..."Just — keep that in mind."

"We're going to the boarding house," it sure is a solid statement.