Fives shivers, feeling almost like he's been released from something. Which doesn't do a damn thing to change the way he wants to follow the General as he leans back, straddle his lap and push him back into the couch with his weight and rub himself all over him. In ever way possible. There's a reason Rex has always told him his infatuation is a problem.

He licks his lips and makes himself sit back, pillow still positioned strategically. "We can leave soon, if you want," he makes himself offer. "I know Tup will be especially excited to see you." Dogma might too, though it's hard to predict with him... and Fives doesn't really care to try. He knows he shouldn't still be bitter, but that doesn't change the fact he is, and Dogma's almost obsequious fawning over him makes it worse, not better.