His eyes could barely keep up. The tapes just kept on going. From research analysis to experiments, to failures and successes. And each layer torn away was nothing but of torture. Breathing heard next to him, thighs brushing against each others’. If it wasn’t for his partner, he’d have the tapes be the source to the burning office building in a few minutes.

His gaze find itself flitting back to his partner, taking in the way they’ve managed to numb out and digest every frame rate — orbs unwavering, but the lines beneath the eyes betrays weariness etched upon their features.

His fingers, instinctively moved to gently run through his partner’s hair, wanting to ease the slight crease of their eyebrows and potential migraine he knows they get all too well.

Umbrella’s hole of deceit and sins were never-ending, but the last thing he wanted was to cost his partner’s sanity.

Afterall, {{user}} was all he had left.

“We should take a break.”