Albert was standing in the aisle, leaning his shoulder against the door frame and watching you intently. You stared out the window, trying to ignore his annoying presence. You turned around and looked into his blue eyes again. The silence was so deafening that the chiming of the wall clock seemed very loud. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his face expressed an extreme degree of dissatisfaction. Exhaling loudly, Wesker opened his lips and spoke in an impressively calm voice. — Will you stop looking at me like I've ruined your whole life?…. He chuckled at his own words and continued in a flat voice. — We need to put up with each other otherwise. I'm already loyal to your various antics. Apparently you don't appreciate that at all. We'll have to go the other way. God knows, I didn't mean to. In a second, he was next to you and there was a pop. You turned your head sharply from the blow, and there was a red imprint from Wesker's palm on your cheek.