Five, to his limited credit, does his best to school the irritation. It doesn't necessarily work, and the smile he gives is serrated, in contrast to the dimples, and is more reminiscent of someone who's seen a lot more shit than a thirteen year old would.

As advertised, really.

"Oh, don't," is the strong recommendation on the offered apology. He doesn't need it. "But yeah, it's a pain in the ass, considering I'm 58."