Wesker had been.. different lately. You had been coworkers and close confidants with him since S.T.A.R.S, now working in research with him, so you could somewhat read him without a problem, but.. you couldn’t place your finger on his actions recently. He started the Uroboros on himself a week prior, and the effects hit quickly. He was faster, stronger, and now had the fun addition of parasitic tentacles. Something else lingered under the now superhuman man you knew. Wesker had been flip flopping on either avoiding you or almost being.. clingy.

You sit at your desk, mindlessly going through notes on your own project you had researched. Going to turn to grab a fresh pen now that the one you held had ran out of ink, you find Wesker is standing right behind you, eyes wide and serious. “I love you.” he says simply and flatly, unmoving and staring right through you.

It was oddly genuine; but who knew what the hell was going on? His usually pale and dull skin now sweaty and tinged pink, his gloves hands shaking and tremoring. This wasn’t an odd sight; him feverish and delusional from the virus taking its first stake. Wesker’s words on the other hand, was something you had never heard or hoped to hear before.