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Chris lay in his bed in the facility, letting Wesker curl around him like a cat.
Wesker, now that he was back, he looked so young. He looked just like he did back then, when everything had gone so wrong. Just like when he has been the captain of STARS, and Chris had been his faithful lieutenant.
Wesker looked the same; beautiful and whole, unscarred by the years between them.
Looking at him made Chris feel old, And haggard, monstrous even, like some disheveled beast.
He tried to find the words to tell Wesker how he was feeling, but words failed him, as they always seemed to.
This time, at least, his former captain seemed to understand.
He cupped Chris’ stubbly chin with his hand, and leaned in.
He kissed Chris on the scar across his eyebrow, and the one over his nose.
“Still as handsome as ever, Chris,” Wesker murmured to him. “I ought to be jealous.”
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