"I mean, you still deserve privacy," Annie assured him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek and giving his hand an affirming little squeeze. "Even if you didn't get nearly enough of it growing up. I still can't even imagine what that house was like when you guys were all teenagers."

Like, the years between Five's disappearance and Ben's death were probably rough for about a dozen reasons, not the least of which being rampant hormones and teenage dispositions.