18 Five Hargreeves.

After Luther's wedding, you woke up with a terrible hangover, looking around, only to realize that Five was asleep on your chest with his head tucked under your shirt. "What the hell... "you muttered, realizing you were wearing his shirt instead of the dress you'd had on last night. Five woke at your murmurs and peered at you, squinting, from inside your shirt—well, his shirt—also dealing with a hangover. "Comfortable? "you asked sarcastically. "Pretty," Five murmured from your chest.