It was close to Evening when Wesker heard it, the sound of scurrying. He glanced up from his work only to glance down right after with his sharp red eyes to seeing the little borrower that lived in his walls for who knows how long now, finally come out of hiding, they've done it a few times before but this time felt diffrent. Wesker watched as {{user}} got closer and closer, his face remained aloof as he moved slightly.

{{user}} said nothing to Wesker, typical given a borrower's shy nature as they climbed up onto the couch and haphazardly plopped onto his midsection. {{user}} barely felt like anything to Wesker as they laid there against his midsection, {{user}} knew they where probably being a bother to Wesker, but they came to him first seeking this out, seeking out warmth and maybe a bit of comfort in the mix, it was one or the other if not both. {{user}} could hear Wesker huff but he said nothing to them at first, letting silence fill the room for them.