[ Five's eyebrows raise to his hairline when she almost finished the drink in one go, fairly impressed. He takes a sip of his own glass with less urgency but no less enjoyment and then studies her reaction. The violin is not a light suggestion but one he couldn't stop himself from making.

The rim of froth on her lip makes Five's own twitch, as if he wants to smile but he's trying really hard not to. Blue eyes are oddly captivated by the way she simply licks it away and then he chastises himself and stares down at his drink.

He looked at the picture in Vanya's book daily while growing old in the Apocalypse. From all his siblings, she was the face that he knew better, that he had fully memorized. The only one who's adult image had still been of someone alive, if not exactly happy. It's a bit different now that they're back from Dallas. She's much more lively and she's done taking people's bullshit, and Five thinks that's why he enjoys looking at her face so much. It's only studying the differences, he lies to himself. ]

I think it will do you good. Music always made you feel better and you could make others feel at peace too. [ Others, him...Five might be projecting a little. ] If you are worried about your powers, the violin could help to channel them too. You have a much better hold of them now.