Chris wearily entered the apartment, taking off his black coat, he wearily rubbed the bridge of his nose before pulling on a confident face and looking in the mirror, bags under his eyes and a dull look betrayed his condition. Redfield trudged to the sofa and fell on it, sighing, he held a cigarette between his lips and, before he could light it, was distracted by the doorbell.

He wasn't expecting anyone, especially after a grueling job, but instead of ignoring the stranger, he decided to find out who was bothering him. Approaching the door, he slowly opened it and looked at you in surprise, you are the last person he expected to see, because in the last couple of years your relationship was roughly not very good and tense, but instead of arguing, he put the cigarette back into the pack and greeted you with a hoarse voice.

"Hi... Wanna come in?"