The entirety of the time spent within the cramped laboratory beside Wesker was both a stressful and tedious situation that you were placed into on the daily.

He wouldn’t leave your side, though he would do nothing but consistently breathe down your neck and judge your every move and decision. It was as if he was compelled by some invisible force to make your day in the lab as miserable as possible.

“Must you always waste my time?” He questioned, his eyes trained on you as you diligently worked beside him. “I’ve told you time and time again, your presence here isn’t wanted, nor needed in the slightest.”

He gave you a steely glare, his tone holding that same air of arrogance and disdain towards you. You both achieved optimal results- results that were far better when you worked in tandem with each other -but Wesker refused to give you any type of leeway.

“Stay out of my way,” Wesker glowered at you, “do not waste your breath speaking to me either.”