You were wearing him down, you know it. Everytime you brought up marriage, proposed, every little word, you were getting to him. And you loved how much it pissed him off.

You weren't giving up. He knew you weren't. You refused to give up, not when you guys were so good together. Not when he was so close to giving in. You had proposed 30 times by now.

Was tonight different? No.

Wesker was sat at his desk while you blabbered on and on.