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Wesker won’t admit it, but he misses the snow much more than he’d like to admit. While the heat’s nice, he does think back on the memories involved with the cold. The heat is only a constant reminder of his plan to ‘fix’ the world.
He was weak back then, though he’ll admit, he did the best he could as the Captain of S.T.A.R.S. and now? Now he’s alone as he always liked to be, but with power. And Wesker always used that to his advantage.
He sits at his desk, which is clear of any clutter, organized as ever. In front of him lay pictures of you — recent ones.
He remembers you quite well from during his time as the Captain of S.T.A.R.S., he never had favorites, but he tolerated you the best.
You were nice, quiet and spoke only when spoken to— which he noticed was due to your shyness. Hence why he was able to get along with you well.
He peeks at one of your pictures, it’s snowing. You’ve got a scarf around your neck and a long coat. He notices the coffee shop in the background. The same coffee shop that the S.T.A.R.S. members would visit when it was break time— especially in the winter.
Wesker remembers the first time he had asked you to accompany him to the coffee shop.
You point to yourself, “Me?”
“Yes, would you like to or not?”
You’re hesitant, he’s the Captain of the team and he scares the shit out of you. For fuck’s sake, the man’s face is so stoic and he looks like he’ll burst out in anger and yell at you in any moment.
Regardless, you accept his offer as you don’t want to seem rude.
The walk to the coffee shop is awkward, but Wesker can’t help being curious, “Are you always this shy?”
“Huh?” you gawk at him, “I’m not— it’s not that.”
He merely looks at you, except of course as always he’s wearing those stupid sunglasses, while you stammer to find the right words.
“Sorry, it’s just— this is a bit awkward.” you chuckle timidly.
He shrugs, “I don’t think it’s that bad.”
To that, you offer no response.
At the coffee shop, Wesker gets black coffee and you prompt for the hot chocolate.
He raises his eyebrow, “You came all the way here just for a hot chocolate.”
“I’m not a big fan of bitter drinks.”
He side eyes, but nonetheless nods.
Upon walking outside, there are snow plower machines clearing the snow that’s resting on the roads.
He only gives you a glance while leading the way back to the RPD, “Watch your step.”
All you could think about was how you couldn’t wait to be back inside away from the Captain.
Wesker doesn’t mind the quiet and he surely doesn’t mind you being so quiet, but it did make him somewhat amused that you looked scared as if he were going to bite you. And Wesker, observant as always, notices you’re distracted.
Which is why when he notices the snow plower a little too close to the corner— close enough to cover you in the now dirty and muddy snow, he opts to yank you.
He pulls you into his chest, covering you from the flying snow, all the while the snow hits him in the back, ruining his coat.
You yelp at the action, “Captain!”
Wesker only lets go after the snow plower is gone, he clicks his tongue, mumbling something along the lines of, “They need to watch where they’re going.”
You apologize profusely, not being able to meet the blond man’s eyes, to which he has to stop the corners of his lip from rising.
Wesker continued to ask you to accompany him to the coffee shop time after time, to the point where he already knew what to order for you. At least the next couple of times were filled with chatter rather than silence. And despite him liking the quiet, he did enjoy hearing your voice.
He’s sure you’ll never forget that day, because he hasn’t either.
Wesker sighs, you don’t look much different from the last time he saw you. He doesn’t even know why he had someone follow you and take pictures of you. Or perhaps he didn’t want to divulge into these feelings of his.
He’s about to throw away those pictures, until his eye lands on the very last one.
You’re looking straight at the camera, there’s no hint of disdain or anger on your face. The action however, does seem deliberate.
Feasibly, he may have rubbed off on you more than he knows— he doesn’t remember you being so observant.
The sight of you looking straight into the camera is burned into his brain, he merely smirks.