“I hate to say ‘I told you so’,” Five says, which is a lie, because he does not hate to say I told you so--in fact, I told you so is one of his very favorite things to say, particularly when it comes to his siblings, “but I would just like to remind you that I did tell you so.” He glances over at Vanya as another blast of icy wind blows through, tugging insistently at the hem of his jacket and playing with his hair on its way past. “I did tell you to dress warmer. Just something to think about.”
But even as he revels in the feeling of being right (as he usually is) he pulls off his blazer and drapes it gently around her small shoulders instead--she’s even shorter and skinnier than he is, so the jacket more than fits her, and he endured far colder weather, in far less layers, back in the apocalypse, so it’s safe to say he’ll survive the damp chill of the rain all around him.
(And Five doesn’t really mind the rain, anyway--the only kinds that ever fell in the apocalypse were ashes and acid, so it’s nice to feel the sharp sting of cold water on his skin, running down his face and neck, a physical, palpable reminder that he is not there anymore.)
“Come on,” he adds, because poor Vanya really does look thoroughly miserable right now, and he doesn’t have the heart to tease her any longer, fun as it was, “we’re not that far from the Academy. You can warm up there.”