It felt amazing to be in the field with Wesker again– the first time since Arklay. 

Chris wondered, even after many years had passed, and so much had happened– much of it Wesker’s fault in some way– would he still instinctively look to his former captain for leadership?

The mixed feelings of the thought brought butterflies to Chris’ stomach and he reminded himself that he needed to be in charge. If he looked to Wesker it would have to be for something other than guidance. 

He tugged on Wesker’s arm and brought their lips into contact. “For luck,” he explained.

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