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โLooks like weโre just unlucky, then. Or they hate us. Probably that too.โ
Chris was somehow relieved to know that he wasnโt the only one dealing with an overflowing schedule (whether it was a consequence of their own doing or not).
โWhen am I ever out of this place?โ
For a moment, it seemed like the pointman had forgotten all about his hobbies, hence the (more than true) joke that erupted from his lips. Then, however, whether by some miracle or not, he managed to regain his composure.
โTrust me, Iโm not here to shower you with false compliments and sugar coated words. Itโs the truth.โ
Chrisโ hand reached forward once more. Not to take the firearm out of his grasp, but to rest onto his shoulder like a reminder of his presence and support.
โLetโs cut it short for today, alright? I donโt want to keep you from your wife longer than I need to, and you should probably rest for a while.โ
He was quick to add a simple โI have other matters to attend to anywayโ to attempt and reassure him about his choice.
โYouโre literally always here with us, though, Serena. The others consider you a part of the team, and so do I. Not Wesker, obviously, heโd need the paperwork for it and the whole- you know, ceremony, but you get it.โ
Chrisโ words hit the air like a mere fact carved on stone.
โPolaris. It actually sounds pretty good.โ
His back relaxed further onto the cushion of his spinning chair, threatening to lean so backwards that he might have fallen over (it had happened before). He tapped a pencil on his thigh, testing the way the name felt on his lips.
Chrisโ eyes immediately locked onto the computer the moment the screen turned towards him. He hadnโt been bluffing. Every file he had been looking for (after a long time of discovering it even existed) was there. Encrypted notes, past and future plans.
Amongst the large variety of information, the mention of a missing folder did not surprise, nor throw him aside. He had expected as much, and his whole team had already ruled those files out many years prior.
โHad anything in particular in mind?โ
Chrisโ body was careful not to move too suddenly the moment she took a seat and finally relaxed. He had learned how to thread carefully with her. Not because he was afraid or wary, but because he had witnessed the way her shoulders tensed.
Everything had been new to her. A family, a house that didnโt smell like sterile bottles and medical sanitizer. A large variety of food. Every little thing, from the very corner of his apartment, was something she had never fully experienced without any guilt or doubt.