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"If you're going to be a little brat about it I'll just leave you here." Wesker huffs at a squirming, irritated Ghostface. The shroud had managed to get themselves stuck in a tree, some of those ribbons of theirs having tangled in the branches. He figured the Entity would help the shroud, but no, it seemed their spider goddess also found it hilarious to let the little bastard struggle a bit.
Wesker smirks as Danny continues to shuffle and wriggle around, probably only making it worse if anything, really.
"Nooo Al c'mon gimme a hand, you wouldn't leave a friend hanging, wouldja?" Danny laughs at their own little joke, and Wesker crosses his arms, quirking a brow at them.
"Aww c'mon don't look at me like that, you gotta save the feigned disgusted glares for when I'm choking on your- hck!" Their sentence is cut off by a swift chop of Wesker's hand against their neck - which sends them into a coughing fit.
"You're really quite shameless, aren't you." He scoffs, frowning when they laugh.
"Just now noticing?"
"For someone who wants my help, you're very keen on being irritating."
"Yeah, cause you like it."
"You're an idiot."
"Which you also seem to like."
"Shut up, you insufferable little worm."
"Make me, baby."
Wesker proceeds to use Uroboros to cut the branches holding Danny, smirking when they crash to the ground and grumble under their breath. He unceremoniously lifts them by the back of their coat like one would pick up a kitten, smirk widening when they cross their arms.
"So what do I owe my oh so kind and wonderful savior?" They hum in a decidedly sarcastic way, and Wesker scoffs.
"If you keep being a smartass I'll put you right back up there."
"No you won't."
"Last chance."
"Hmph, fiiiiine. At least put me down."
Fortunately for the smaller killer, Albert obliges and sets them down on their feet. He didn't even trip them up this time!
"You can be allowed to keep me company for a while, but I do not consider you indebted to me for being a moron."
"You're so sweet and charming."
"We both know I'm doing you a favor with this."
"And we both know you're full of it, you like having me around."
A moment of silence stretches between them, until Wesker decides to grab Danny once more, ducking into the nearby house. At least Haddonfield was typically void of other people - save for the realm's first occupant - and he didn't have to be as careful.
Once they're in an upstairs bedroom, Wesker sighs and removes his coat and shoes. Danny does the same, and doesn't miss the smirk the taller killer wears at the pair's height difference having increased further.
Wesker makes himself comfortable on the bed, staring pointedly at the ceiling as Danny climbs in next to him, or rather onto him. The stealth killer giggles to themselves as they snuggle right up to him, masked face tucked just under his chin.
After a few moments, Wesker's arms wrap around them, resting on their back. Danny makes a soft noise of content. The two share a rather peaceful silence, but it's broken soon enough - too soon, in Wesker's opinion.
"So, got any ranting you wanna do?"
"No."
"Why ya so tensed up, then?"
Silence. Danny tilts their head to look up at Wesker, who's looking at them. Upon being caught staring, he huffs and looks away.
"Still not used to the cuddling thing?"
"Hmph."
"C'mon, Al, use your big boy words."
"Shut up, Danny. I just want some peace and quiet…"
"You'll get some if ya tell me what's up." They hum, idly running a finger along his chest, drawing out nonsensical patterns.
"Fine," Wesker scoffs, "You're correct. I'm still adjusting to this.. arrangement."
Danny perks up a bit, but decides to tease him about it later, going quiet.
"No smartass remarks?"
"I was gonna save 'em for later, but if you'd like I do have a few things to say."
"Fuck's sake."
"Listen...I know it's kinda.. scary. Being even a little bit vulnerable, sharing this much space. You're not weak for struggling with that."
There's a long moment of silence. Unfortunately for Wesker, Danny can easily hear his heartbeat pick up a little bit. They just smile to themself though, remaining quiet.
"Stop talking for a while, won't you?" Albert murmurs quietly, softly. Much too soft to put any weight behind the irritation he'd tried to put into it.
Danny doesn't talk again, though, and the two killers share what could maybe be called a tender moment together, just bathing in each other's company.
At some point, one of Albert's hands begins gently rubbing Danny's back, massaging small circles. The smaller killer melts into it with a quiet humming noise, followed by an equally quiet groan of relief.
Albert's hands are big and steady, firm yet gentle, and it always soothes Danny more than they expect.
"Y'know… if it makes you feel less awkward or something, Mikey and I do this sometimes too. Just a little bit of food for the touch starved, to help us get by. Since we're unfortunately still at least a little bit human, with those pesky needs and all." Danny hums, chuckling softly at the end. Albert snorts softly.
"I hate to admit that for once, you have a point." The softer sarcasm makes Danny smile again, and then let out a content sigh.
"It helped though, didn't it? Your boobs feel more like pillows than rocks now."
"I was enjoying this more when you weren't talking."
"Hehehehe, uhh huh, sure. I'm feeling nice though, so I'll zip it again."
Albert only grunts in response, and the pair fall into another silence, albeit a little more comfortable this time. It stays that way until both drift off, the semblance of sleep they could get here not unwelcome in the slightest. When Albert awoke, Danny was still there - often the Entity would interrupt by whisking one or both of them off to trials after a while, so it was a slight surprise. Yet a pleasant one - not that he'd admit that.
He'd never hear the end of it if he did.
Still sleepy, he lets his eyes shut again, waiting to either drift back off, or be interrupted and sent into a trial.