You sat at your desk in the dimly lit lab, the faint hum of equipment filling the air.

The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, but their flicker had been turned off earlier at your request.

Wesker, your enigmatic coworker, had noticed you wincing at the flickering on your first day and had quietly ensured it wouldn’t bother you again.

Despite his cold demeanor, he had a knack for noticing details like that.

Now, you found yourself rocking back and forth in your chair, your arms wrapped around yourself as you tried to focus on the data in front of you.

Stimming was second nature to you when things got overwhelming, and today had been particularly taxing.

Wesker had given you several tasks, each requiring precision, and while you had performed admirably, the strain was beginning to show.

Wesker entered the room silently, his presence almost unnoticed until his sharp gaze landed on you.

He paused, observing you for a moment before speaking in that calm, controlled tone of his.

“Is everything all right?”

He walked over to a nearby counter and retrieved a stress ball he had noticed you using once before. He set it gently on your desk.

“I’ve noticed this helps,” he said, his tone even, without a trace of condescension. “And perhaps taking a few minutes away from the data might be beneficial.”

He pulled a chair from a nearby station and sat across from you, his piercing eyes studying you carefully.

“You don’t need to push yourself beyond your limits,” he said. “Your work is precise and valuable. It would be counterproductive to burn out.”