he had never been a predictable individual. this was noted by his own comrades of alpha team whenever they would do something that involved a scolding and yet what came out of wesker’s mouth was nothing CLOSE to what they had imagined. it could be said the same for his friendship with birkin, no one could quite place their finger on what the blonde felt towards the fellow scientist. hell, he wasn’t sure birkin knew what to feel either since each meeting brought a look of surprise.
like tonight for instance. it’s way past two in the morning and while the captain should be sleeping before an early shift lingering like a dark cloud over his head, he makes his way down the facility halls, to where he knows birkin is still working on the g-virus. the doors part, setting the scene of steel walls, scattered papers, dimmed lights and the familiar HUNCH of a man at a desk. ah, there’s the man of the hour. wesker makes careful note to step over the documents strewn about as he sets down a cup of coffee next to the sleeping scientist. should he wake him? the captain stays silent as he can, gloved fingers easing over a file that showed the previous results-- ones that bear GOOD news.
“if your coffee cool off, i will not be sharing mine.” the flat and cold tone is bound to awaken the man next to him as he rests casually against the desk and brings the styrofoam cup up to his lips, sipping the hot beverage before staring at birkin and eventually letting out a sigh. “i didn’t come here in hopes to talk with a desk, birkin, so wake up.”
// @viralobsession
