And I’m back on the Chrisker hurt\comfort again, I guess lol
Chris stared at the prisoner huddled against the back wall of the cell. It was finally over, but he didn’t even find any satisfaction in it. Tied up in a straitjacket and pumped full of drugs, Wesker just looked small and defeated, and Chris wasn’t sure if he even hated the man anymore. ‘I know what Spencer did to you.’ Of all the things he could’ve said he didn’t know why he picked that one.
The murderous glare directed at him stayed as murderous as he’d expected. But only for a moment before Wesker’s shoulders slumped, his voice a low murmur. ‘That hardly matters now, does it?’ The question sounded like a plea.
‘Of course it does.’ Chris pressed his hands against the transparent barrier between them, as though sheer insistence was enough to force Wesker to listen to him. ‘You were his slave.’
‘I was not-’ His eyes flashed red in indignant rage that quickly faded to a quiet sigh of resignation. ‘He made me.’
‘He didn’t make you, Albert.’ Chris sighed just as heavily. ‘He broke you.’
Instead of arguing Wesker simply looked away, his silence more agreement than any words. ‘And you’re going to fix me, Chris?’ His tone wasn’t mocking, if anything he sounded frightened.
Before he thought too much about what he was doing, Chris unlocked the cell and went in to sit beside him.
Wesker didn’t move, just watched him warily.
‘I don’t know.’ He answered finally, studying Wesker’s face. Unconsciously, he reached out to brush Wesker’s hair off his cheek, the feel of the blond strands between his fingers bringing up bittersweet memories. ‘Would you let me?’
‘I don’t know.’ Wesker echoed his confusion. Hesitantly, he shifted towards Chris, resting his head on his shoulder as Chris’ hand slid through his hair.
It wasn’t a promise, but maybe it was hope.
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