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[When Wesker didn't contact him a day ago he was worried, but worry has quickly turned to fear and Jaeger's never been good at dealing with fear. Repeated attempts to reach Wesker have failed, so Jaeger's taken it on himself to go looking for his boyfriend.

Thankfully Wesker cuts a distinctive figure and Jaeger's able to trace his location to the outskirts of the city. He's worried that he's going to find that something's happened to Wesker, that he'll be injured or dying, or maybe even already dead—

But that isn't the case, and when he finds Wesker the man looks perfectly fine.]

Albert!

[He'll approach immediately; the worry and concern is probably obvious just from that exclamation alone, but once he gets close he speaks up again.]

Are you okay? What are you doing out here?

[If Wesker will let him get close enough, he'll reach out to touch Wesker's arm, as he usually does.]

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[Again, the door will open soon enough; Wesker is...well, he's wearing the leather thing completely unprompted, which is not necessarily a bad sign, nor is it explicitly a good one.

Weird sign, maybe.

Either eay, he'll let Jaeger in easily; the study, then...?]

Well. It's good to see you again.

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[It's definitely a weird sign. It still looks good on him, but that's not important right now.

Jaeger will follow to the study, of course. It's one of his favorite rooms in the house, after all.]

Ah, I was going to say the same thing!

[...]

Thank you, for agreeing to meet with me. I... It feels like it's been a long time, ja?

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It does.

[Well, however much he's managed to open up over text - which hasn't been much, in the scheme of things, but it's been a bit - that doesn't seem to have changed his demeanor in person; he's still coming off as very cold and distant, albeit not harshly so. Just the way he interacts with the world, perhaps.

He won't sit down right away, though; he seems to be waiting to see what Jaeger ends up doing.]

You seem to be doing well enough.

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[Jaeger doesn't hesitate, he makes his way over to his usual spot on the couch.]

I'm doing better, yes. Things have been picking up at work, so I've been keeping busy!

[He's sure Wesker knows that's not the real reason he's doing better, but he says it anyway.]

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Of course.

[As long as we all know it...

He'll come sit down eventually, however; he'll join Jaeger on the couch this time, though he's still keeping a good amount of distance between Jaeger and himself. He doesn't seem particularly relaxed, either - but then, he never does.]

I still haven't found what I'm looking for, with regards to recovering memories. But I'm still making an attempt at it; I won't be satisfied until I've regained them.

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[Oh, that's nice... It's not as close as they'd normally be, but it's nice that Wesker's joined him.]

I'm glad to hear that. I really hope you do regain them.

[The thought that Wesker might never regain them still lingers in the back of his mind, but he refuses to acknowledge it, even now.]

Of course, if there's ever anything I can do to help, you can let me know. Though I sort of doubt there's much anyone could do...

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It seems that way. At the same time, I want to know who I was properly, before this happened.

I've always been one to want answers, even if I don't care for those answers very much.

[It's not the first time he's said something like that in front of Jaeger, is it.]

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[...It isn't. It hurts to hear it again and he wants nothing more than to reach out and touch Wesker, but... Well, this Wesker doesn't like that, so Jaeger toys with the hem of his sleeve for a moment instead.]

I know. I know you'll keep looking until you've found your answers.

[He wants to promise he won't leave again, but he hasn't forgotten what he told Wesker. He still needs to keep some distance from this one, just in case. So he can't promise that he won't leave, but...]

I want to be here when you do.

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...Are you wanting to stay here again, then?

[He doesn't seem to be looking for a particular answer, one way or another.]

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Ah...

[He probably should have expected that question, but somehow he wasn't. It takes him a moment, but eventually he nods.]

I'd like that, if you don't have any problems with it.

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I don't have any objections, no.

[So this is...happening, he supposes.]

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...Thank you.

[He certainly didn't expect Wesker to agree to this, but he's not about to complain. It takes a moment for him to manage any more words.]

Ah, I really do appreciate it! It... It really does mean a lot to me.

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...Do tell me you won't be this anxious the whole time.

[You still seem jumpy as hell.]

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I'll try not to be! This is still all a bit difficult for me to deal with, that's all.

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Understandably, I suppose. Regardless, it isn't as though I bite.

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[That gets him to laugh, anyway.]

No, of course not, I didn't think you did!

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Well, I never can tell. I wouldn't have predicted a fair amount of the other decisions I've made here.

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Oh? Like which ones?

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Profession, for one. To the best of my knowledge, I never cared much for that kind of work unless it dealt with personal projects.

...I've never been much for dating either, with no offense meant.

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Well, I can't tell you much about your job, but you did date at least a little before you met me! I couldn't tell you anything about who you dated, though.

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It's less that I've never done it, so much as it is that they didn't last.

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It happens.

[He almost says that they've only been dating for six months, that something could happen, but he stops himself. He doesn't want to think like that, even if it is true. Six months isn't very long at all, but he promised to wait for Wesker, no matter how long it takes.

...It hurts to think about it.]

I didn't exactly have any long-lasting relationships either.

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...What do you want to happen with this one?

[It's a blunt question, asked with the same amount of distance as ever, but...]

I don't know what you consider this right now.

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I...

[What does he consider it right now? The question Wesker asked is easy to answer, but that statement is much more difficult to address.]

...I can't exactly consider you my boyfriend since you don't remember me. What's important to me is that you regain your memories here. So it's not really something I've thought all that much about. I want to be here for you because you're someone I care so much about, but it's not as though I'd ever try to force you into feeling the same way.

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And if those memories can't be regained...?

[It's calm, despite the possibility he's bringing up being the obvious worst-case scenario.]

I won't stop pursuing them, of course. But if they truly are gone, what will you do about it then?