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I'm glad you do! I'll always do what I can for you, you know.

[That's clearly pleased him though, if the genuine smile is any indication.]

...I know you will.

[And he appreciates that as well, in his own way, though he isn't entirely sure how to express that competently. So he just...kind of doesn't, but he does seem pleased with it, at least.]

Good! As long as you're aware of it! Though at this point I'd be disappointed if you thought I'd do anything else!

If anything, the incident with the monsters in the city proved that much.

[...You kind of put up with a lot of bullshit during those five days that didn't feel like five days, um.]

I did what I could! I did enjoy fighting most of those monsters, though.

[Except the human-shaped ones for uh. obvious reasons. But he's not going to think about that!!]

Most of them were highly enjoyable - surprisingly so, really.

[Except for those weird despair ones that dropped him so hard that one time, fuck those things.]

[Yeah, fuck those things oh my god.]

Precisely! I don't want to fight anything right now, but I suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if some monsters showed up to fight eventually! Preferably not as many, of course.

[Can we just have a small scale monster invasion that doesn't threaten our way of life?? That sounds great.]

Just make it some sort of semiannual affair, perhaps.

[...guys...]

That sounds like fun! I'd enjoy that!

[oh my god]

Likewise, actually.

[...Assuming that we don't get any surprises like the monsters actually being people or something because god knows he's had enough of that lately.]

[You just can't escape...]

I do appreciate the downtime, though. It's good that everything's gone back to normal. I doubt we'd be getting much of a rest even here if there were still monsters to deal with!

It's a little alarming how easily-fixed everything was, though I suppose with the things we've been hearing about the city in general something like that is to be expected.

Ja, it certainly does seem strange, but I can't complain too much. My shop was wrecked, after all!

[It was terrible. He would've been furious if he had to pay to repair everything!!]

...That's fair, I suppose.

[...He wonders how badly the labs were wrecked, now that it's been brought up. Were the interns okay, and if they weren't, were they replaced by hopefully less stupid interns? Who the hell knows, and it's not like he's going to ask. He supposes he'll find out whenever he returns.]

[Wow, Wesker.]

Everything should be just fine now, though! As strange as it is I do appreciate it!

You said you were reopening it soon, didn't you?

[I mean, you probably ought to eventually, when you're not. You know. Hovering in his kitchen to make sure he's not ignoring you.]

I am, yes! I need to contact my employees and see which of them are up to working, but that shouldn't be much of a problem! I imagine some of them are going a bit stir-crazy by now!

Oh, I'm sure they are.

[...Silver's a fucking mess.]

Will you be leaving here as well at that time...?

Mm, I probably should since my place is a bit closer to work. But...

[...There really isn't a reason to stay. He might be a bit concerned about Wesker's well-being but he seems fine right now, right? He should be fine, anyway. He'd insist he will be, at least.]

Well, I suppose I haven't gotten sick of you yet!

[So obviously the best way to handle it is to deflect, as usual.]

I wasn't asking because I'm interested in throwing you out. Simply trying to sort schedules.

[...So you don't enter the house after work and get a fucking faceful of overexcited dog.

That said, though...]

...Are you sure everything is fine?

[Maybe if he knew what the problem was he could articulate it, but as it stands he doesn't. Jaeger shrugs after a moment.]

Well, maybe I'll stay for a bit longer, if you truly aren't throwing me out, that is!

[He doesn't answer the question, but he seems fine enough.]

I'm not.

That also isn't what I asked.

[You don't let him get away with anything, do you?]

I'm fine! I'm fine, I promise.

[...]

I suppose I'm still a little worried about you, but I'm sure you'll tell me that everything will be fine, ja?

[Something in that seems to strike him oddly, and it takes him a moment to bite back his kneejerk response of "yes, much like you just did."]

What are you worried about, exactly?

...I'm worried about how you'll handle everything, I suppose? That's not to say I don't think you can handle it or anything silly like that, but I'm worried that...

[Oh, that's it, isn't it?]

I'm worried that it'll make it easier for you to avoid me if you really want to. And I know it wasn't intentional this time, but what if it happens again? It'll be a little harder for me to tarck you down if I'm not staying with you, ja?

[Now that he's admitted it, it sounds kind of pathetic...]

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