Chrisker and 8?
8. –on a falling tear.
Albert was faster, stronger than Chris. He overpowered him, grabbing his wrist and digging in his thumb until Chris’ fingers released the gun. He swung him against the wall, knocking the breath out of him– pinning him there with his body, still holding his wrist and now grabbing his throat.
To his surprise, Chris started to cry great racking sobs that ran down his face, meeting at his chin. “Just do it! Kill me! Get it over with!”
“Chris Redfield, you idiot, I have never been trying to kill you.” Albert pressed his hungry mouth to Chris’ tear covered lips.
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