There will be time for words later, but that time is not now. For now there is only aching relief. Chris’ arms are shaking. Too much even to raise them to put them around Wesker. Wesker puts his arms around him instead and he lends forward. Chris’ heart is thumping in his chest as he…

“You’re drunk, Chris.” “And you aren’t?” “No.” Chris stared at Captain Wesker, in the dim, hazy light of the bar. There were a dozen empty beer bottles in front of them, but Chris couldn’t remember which were his, and which were Wesker’s. Wesker looked stone cold sober. Handsome, and stone cold sober. Shit, not handsome….