It couldn't be this easy... That Claire rescued him, especially knowing what the security of these labs used him for. Just another BOW, another biohazard to mop up intruders. Claire wasn't any different, and every instinct that had been beaten and prodded into the man told him to feed...
"Claire... You need to go..." he whispered softly, shaking his head. "You can't stay here... You have to go," he said, voice growing firm, trying not to panic. Every part of him was shaking, fear creeping into his mind at what would happen if she pressed herself forward... That horrific moment that he lost himself to Alexia's hivemind playing in the back of his mind over and over again. Claire had to know that he was still infected, that there was no going back. As far as Steve was concerned, he perished in 1997, and should have been long forgotten. Now, more than ever, he begged this was some sick, twisted illusion in his mind as the virus stirred, and his veins began to burn.
In a few moments she had already secured herself so she could Vault down to the young man. From there she would attach him and have Leon help carry him up. Chris had taught her that trick when they were kids when he had injured himself on a camping trip.
"I'm here with Leon, we are going to get you out of here." She called down in a soothing tone. Infected or not he didn't deserve what was happening to him. "I have some jerky on me you can have to tie you over until we are on the plane."
