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[scythegun]

[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.]

Comments

[manufactured]

[...He'll let Jaeger in eventually, though not without a significant amount of heavily implied "why."]

I'm entirely aware that you have a key, you know.

[He seems a bit more put-together this evening than he did last night, though. At least there's that.]

[scythegun]

Well, yes, but it seems a bit rude just to let myself in...!

[That's definitely a good sign. As long as they avoid hair-playing or the topic of love they'll probably be fine, right?]

[manufactured]

Do you live here or not...?

[Really, Jaeger.

...But yes, let's avoid hair-playing and love, if at all possible. He's rather content not addressing anything that happened last night.]

[scythegun]

Well, I suppose I do!

[He sounds very pleased with it, anyway.

He's also content not addressing last night, mostly because he isn't sure how to address it or if it'd even do any good to talk about it. So! For now he'll make his way to the study as usual, expecting Wesker to follow him.]

[manufactured]

[...He'll follow, though he looks mildly perplexed at doing so; he'll wait in the doorway again to see what Jaeger does before deciding that he just has to ask.]

Do we normally spend all our time in here?

[scythegun]

[He'll take his usual spot, of course! He looks up at the question, also looking mildly perplexed.]

Well, not all of our time... but a good amount of it, yes...

[Is. Is that weird.]

[manufactured]

I see.

[...]

Is there a reason?

[He doesn't know if it's weird or not, but he's pretty sure it's weird.]

[scythegun]

Not particularly. I used to find you in here all the time, so I suppose it just sort of stuck.

[Surely it's not that weird...??]

[manufactured]

[He'll come in and join Jaeger properly again today, then.]

I've noticed that you always come in here, is all.

[scythegun]

[That's nice...]

I suppose I'm just used to it! I really do like it in here, though; it's nice and quiet.

[...except not because you don't ever shut up???]

[manufactured]

It tends to be.

[...]

I assume your day was fine enough.

[He's. Really bad at this vaguely domestic bullshit?]

[scythegun]

It was. It was a bit of a slow day, but that's not always a bad thing. It gave me time to reorganize some things, at least!

How was your day?

[It's okay, you're doing your best...]

[manufactured]

Well enough, though it's odd having a legitimate job. I don't recall ever having a proper one before now.

[scythegun]

Oh, I suppose that would be very strange... I hadn't thought about that. Are you settling in okay?

[manufactured]

It's similar enough to what I was doing at the training facility to be intuitive, at least.

[scythegun]

That's good! You don't find it boring or anything, do you?

[manufactured]

Not as much as I thought I would.

[How do you even...]

It's less competitive than I'm used to, and much more collaborative. Which was annoying at first, the number of people who wanted to talk to me while I was working... But it's something I'm getting used to. I don't mind it; it isn't as stressful as I'd assumed.

[NORMAL...WORK...ENVIRONMENT...??]

[scythegun]

[OH NO...]

I'm pleased to hear that! I'm sure you'll get used to it easily. I can't say I really know what it is you do, but I'm happy to hear that it's something you can find engaging!

[manufactured]

It's strange to me.

[He's...kind of tense about it, really; not as badly as last night, but this is agitating him in a similar sort of way.]

My resources aren't as good here; I've noticed that much already. They're decidedly less varied, and far less research has been done into ebola in particular.

[scythegun]

Well, I suppose there are bound to be differences between your world and this one.

[He's a little uneasy with this topic of conversation, but it's not like he really has the means to create Uroboros here, right? So he probably can't pass judgement on humanity and kill almost everyone. Right?]

[manufactured]

...I suppose. It's just frustrating to notice it in such a way.

[For several reasons.]

[scythegun]

Oh? Why's that?

[...is he going to regret asking...?]

[manufactured]

It feels limiting.

[...]

You aren't going to like this conversation, you know.

[scythegun]

[...yep, he was afraid of that.]

I understand.

[He's quiet for a moment while he works out what he wants to do with that.]

If it's okay with you, I think I'd rather talk about something else.

[He doesn't want to run away again and he knows that ignoring it like this isn't the answer either, but... he's not really sure what else to do right now.]

[manufactured]

Likewise.

[That's...prompt, really.]