"For once, I'd like to know what you're thinking when you look at me like that." (This prompt makes me giggle because Wesker is not famous for his wide range of facial expressions lol)
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
Beneath the dark shades that covered Wesker's eyes, it was difficult to tell any kind of expression that the man was showing. A life lived with detached emotions would do that. A logical, strategic and scientific mind. Albert looked at others as if they were mere subjects to me observed rather than people.
Jill was no different. The way she moved. The way she spoke. Her tone. Perhaps a twitch of the brow. They were all tell-tale signs of something. How she was feeling. If she was tired. Whether or not she'd just received a bad phone call. Wesker noted everything down within the vault of his magnificent mind. After all, most of the S.T.A.R.S were chosen specifically by him due to their experience. They would all become his experiments in time.
Until then, Albert had to play Captain.
"Getting inside your Captain's mind? Do you think that wise, Miss Valentine?" He had been watching her. Perhaps his gaze had lingered too long, as she's noticed. Did the hair on the back of her neck stand, he wondered? Could she feel it, his gaze on her.
He smiled, to ease her, and not sound like such a creep (good one, Wesker). "A good Captain knows his team, that is all. You seem distracted. Not that it is any of my business when it comes to your personal endeavours, of course, but..." He took the glasses off for a moment, just to clean them, and to give her genuine eye contact, "as your Captain, it is my duty to make certain you are well. So..." He put the glasses back on and leant back in his chair. "Are you alright, Jill?"
Albert tried his best to not make it sound so awkward or cold. It was difficult for someone like him, however, and Jill was a rather skilled individual when it came to being a street rat. People were more her thing than they ever would be his.
