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ethan  frowns.

chris  isn’t  supposed  to  know  that.  he’s  not  supposed  to  know  about  the  fact  that,  on  the  rare  occasion  that  he  actually  sleeps,  he  wakes  up  in  a  cold  sweat,  scared  to  fucking  death.  that’s  not  supposed  to  be  something  chris  is  aware  of.  he’d  thought  that  he’d  been  hiding  it  well  —  apparently,  he  was  WRONG.

the  offered  coffee  cup  is  accepted  with  a  nod  of  the  head,  but  the  offer  of  TALKING  is  another  story  all  together.

“  not  really.  ”    the  words  come  out  harsher  than  intended,  and  ethan  winces.  he  doesn’t  mean  to  snap.  chris  doesn’t  deserve  that.  not  when  he’s  just  trying  to  show  CONCERN.  ethan  just  can’t  stand  the  thought  of  talking  about  the  things  that  haunt  him  at  night  ;  the  hallucinations  that  appear  sometimes  even  during  the  day.  talking  about  it  makes  it  REAL.

Whump prompts | Accepting

“But Captain..” Piers protested, from his spot on the ground. He sniffles and coughs into his hand. But Chris had a point, one shouldn’t try and play hero especially if the person playing hero was sick. “I’m fine, I promise.”

it's always the worst at night. that's when ethan's mind decides to betray him, bringing up all the bullshit that he tries his hardest to ignore like hell during the daylight. a part of him has grown to accept it as his new normal — the other part of him just wants to forget all the shit that’s happened, just for a little while.

chris knows that, too.

their shared hotel room has two beds, yet one of them remains untouched. instead, chris is in ethan’s bed, his large frame looming over his.

“ i’m tired, ” ethan had said, looking up at chris with an expression that bordered on pleading. “ i’m just so fucking tired. ”

[ an unspoken cry to please make it stop. ]

at first, when chris’ hand moves to his throat, calloused fingers against his skin as he carefully applies pressure, ethan jolts. his own hand rises and grabs at his arm, a startled reaction born out of pure instinct.

it doesn’t seem to deter chris, though — and after all, why should it?

he always seems to know exactly what ethan needs and how to take care of him, even before ethan himself does.

As much as travel had almost become second-nature to working with Chris and his team, uprooting and relocating altogether was something different altogether. Had she questioned him at all when he asked her to go with him to Europe, though? Not at all, not for a second.

It wasn't much to pack her personal belongings. You could compare her to a monk and she'd probably still have a more modest collection of items at this point. It was everything else she had to archive and back up to different databanks that took the longest and most effort in preparing the move. What she couldn't pack? Well, they were there to buy.

       ❝ That's alright, ❞   she smiles, giving him a small bump and nudge with her elbow.   ❝ You can help me carry everything back to the truck, and I'll get lunch as a thanks. ❞   There's a hint to the way her own eyes crinkle, a part of it being a joke despite the genuine probably of his muscles coming to play. Rebecca only gives him another little tap on his arm, this time with her hand, before she starts off on their little shopping journey first, leading the way into the warehouse.   ❝ Sound fair? ❞

｡° ⸻ @usmai.

@usmai​ said :  ‘ you’re a terrible shot. ‘ / pre-resi village ethan's combat training with the hound wolf squad :)

Claire knew her temper was a force to be reckoned with and yet, here she was, fighting back the urge to yell at her brother. He didn’t deserve her wrath anyways, so why take it out on him? Chris hadn’t done anything wrong (that she knew of.)

With a long sigh, the younger Redfield took in a deep breath. “You’re right... It’s fine. Just let me know when you’re safe every once in a while.” A hand placed itself upon Chris’ shoulder, “I can’t help but worry about you. You’re my older brother...”

She pushed his shoulder a bit before flashing a small smile toward her older brother. Claire couldn’t stay mad at him, she never could even if she wanted to. 

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”