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[It takes him a moment to respond to that, but when he does it's sudden; he shifts his grip to pull Jaeger against him, holding him closely and just kind of...vibrating a bit.

He doesn't know what causes it; just...give him a moment to try to calm down.]

[Oh no...

Jaeger leans into it easily, moving to return that grip, pulling himself as close as possible. He's not going to stop with the nuzzling, and he'll give Wesker a moment before speaking up again.]

I know it was a lot. It's difficult, but it's over now. We're both okay, ja? Take as long as you need; I'm not going anywhere.

...I'm sorry.

[It's quiet, a bit muffled due to positioning.]

I'm...sorry, I shouldn't...

[He doesn't know how he wants to end that, so he simply doesn't.]

You don't need to apologize, Albert. It's okay.

[You already apologized once, and that's all he really needed to hear. He's okay now.

Jaeger reaches up to gently run his fingers through the back of Wesker's hair. He'll stop if he gets any indication that Wesker wants him to, but he has always been fond of Wesker playing with his hair, so...]

I love you, you know. And I certainly don't mind staying like this.

...I know. I love you too.

[He's...calming down a little, slowly; he doesn't respond much to the hair-playing, but he doesn't seem to want Jaeger to stop, either.]

I hate feeling like that. In dreams or otherwise.

[Don't worry, he won't stop.]

It seems very difficult. Do you want to talk about it?

...I don't know what there is to talk about.

[It isn't a refusal, he just...isn't good at talking about these things.]

[It's okay, he understands...]

What is it about feeling like that that troubles you the most?

[...there is a pause.]

Jaeger, I was just willing to shoot you in the face.

Well, yes... Aside from that, though?

That's...it, I think, in a way.

[Mnngh.]

Nothing matters to me when things are like that. It's very cold.

Does that bother you? That you're shutting everything else out like that?

Not at the time that it happens. But afterwards, it's a bit repulsive, yes.

I think I can understand that. I think I used to do something similar, in my past life. I don't think I could manage it now even if I really wanted to... but I can see where it would be terrible to look back on it.

I don't usually do it nowadays. Once in a while, but not often. It was like that all the time back then, however.

You can always come talk to me about it, if you end up doing it again or if you remember doing that sort of thing in your past life. I may not know what to say, but I'll always be here for you.

[...]

It isn't anything I'm concerned about. If there's another incident along the lines of those heart stones, we may have a problem; I didn't want to alarm you at the time with so much else going on, but I had some...difficulties with mine. But otherwise, it's nothing that isn't manageable.

Oh? What sort of difficulties...?

[That's a little concerning...]

It wasn't in terribly good condition by the end of the month. I still have it, if you would want to see it for yourself, but that's the important thing.

Oh, yes, I'd like to see it. But what happened? Why was it in poor condition?

It... Let me show it to you.

[It isn't like it's hard to find; he keeps it in one of his stand drawers near the bed, somewhere that it's close by and out of sight. One of the bedside lamps will go on as well so it can be seen better; he'll pass it over fairly easily.

It...seems to have been blue at some point, though it's closer to a dull grey now; it's also deeply cracked and brittle-seeming, though it doesn't look about to fall apart just from being handled. Maybe don't throw it against the wall? But it seems reasonably okay just being held.]

[He takes it gently, examining it for a moment with his head tipped slightly to the side.]

...It must have been difficult to keep this a secret.

[That's not exactly what he wants to say, but he's not really sure how to put it into words.]

Thank you for telling me about it now. I... really am sorry I couldn't help at the time.

...Again, it was nothing that I saw the need to trouble you with at the time. Not with everything else going on at the moment. It didn't break, I made sure of that much, and it all worked out well enough in the end.

Well, I'm certainly glad it didn't break! But...

[He's still not sure how to put this into words, give him a moment. He'll turn the stone a bit in his hands while he thinks, both to give himself something to do and to give him an excuse not to look at Wesker.]

...I wish you would have told me. I know you didn't want to worry me, and there might not have been anything I could do, but... I don't like thinking everything is okay when it isn't. I don't want to start assuming the worst, and I certainly don't want to start thinking that you might not be telling me things. I can understand why you didn't tell me, but it... troubles me, I suppose.

I had just died the day before we received these. And then this started happening to it - how was I supposed to take that?

[He doesn't mean for his voice to be that sharp, but it happens anyway; it's not the cold sort of tone that he'd taken back in the dream, but it is deeply agitated.]

Sometimes I don't tell you things because there are too many extenuating factors for it to be feasible, but sometimes I don't tell you things because I can't handle discussing them at the moment.

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