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Sarah had cried much more than she was willing to admit, faint tear tracks hidden in the dim light of their room. Tired, feet aching, chest sore from the laughter and speeches that had carried long into the night. And yet, she sat perched on the edge of the bed, smile wide across her face as she waited.Waited for him.The man that had become HOME to her. Who looked so stunned when he caught that first glance of her earlier that day. Part of her doubted she could regain that look now, hair pulled loose from its braid, hanging over her shoulders, zipper of the dress heaved down to the small of her back to give some breathing space. Yet still, she waits.

He does not fail to deliver, bursting in through the door with that dumbass smile across his cheeks, guitar in hand as he tried to rattle out a shaking tune. The soft voice that followed near enough made her heart skip a beat. Singing had become a near rarity in the passing months, and she had long since grown to hold only a fuzzy memory of how mellow his voice could be.All she could do was sit and watch Beck in awe, edging closer, shirt undone with his tie bundled in the pocket of his trousers. Continuing the song just long enough until he could stand before her and lean in to press his lips to her own.

"My god, Becks, I love you."

   ❝ wouldn’t it be fun ? ❞ regina rarely gets days off,    & when she does, she wants to do things. there’s    no joy in sitting around a television or on her phone.    she pushes a shopping bag at carrie, grinning from    ear to ear. ❝ i even bought us matching friendship    scarves for the occasion. we can rent ice skates at    the rink, even though i wanted ! to get us matching    skates, too. ❞

The director was busying herself with all her paperwork, not even noticing the arrival of another human in her office. At least until  they were right in front of her desk.

He still felt horrible over what happened between them in the past, and decided that with his time off, he could go over to Carrie’s place and give a proper apology. Outside of therapy, he wasn’t allowed to return back to work - even just to his office, or set a foot at the B.S.A.A.’s HQ, so he was given a lot of free time.

Enough time to think a lot, and try to correct things. Even if he wasn’t at fault.

As much as he was tired and weak, as much as he felt like rotting on his couch or in his bed and wait for tomorrow to come, Chris told himself to do the right thing and go out. It wouldn’t only serve to calm Carrie down, but also make him finally see the outside world. Otherwise, it was just driving to and from psych.

Stopping at the droostep, Chris stopped as an uneasy feeling took over his body. He looked just the same - in a jeans and a hoodie. Besides, the sleeves were covering the bandages on his forearms, and the brown hair began growing once more, though around half of his head was still blond.

He was dressed and still looked, and stood, in the same position as he did when he came to assault and kill her. That was their first meeting outside of their work place - and he was under the complete control of Wesker.

Albeit his apperance remaining the same, he hoped she wouldn’t turn him down. That he could show her that things are now different.

Even though they weren’t.