I feel as though I do though! This has a lot to do with me, you know..

OW— what the hell is your problem???

Simon stared down at the page with wide eyes. If he was capable of blushing, his face would be completely covered in a deep shade of red. But it was still obvious by the way he trembled before shoving the clipboard back. “T-That’s not funny…”

“I—!” He took a few steps back, knees buckling to the point where he had had to hold onto the wall for support. “Haha.. what? I.. w-why would that information be relevant or necessary??”

Hm. [ He didn’t want to admit to just how much he related to the statement. ] Has Dr. Gideon given you any supplements lately? Any medication?

You 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 to? Fascinating. It would seem that you’re just as much of a nuisance as the last one.

It seemed to, for a moment. The man took a few steps back, eyes narrowed and wary. “What exactly are you planning on doing?”

He paused for a beat, swallowing hard. Wesker was right. Unfortunately for him, that was certainly an unknown that was worth discovering. But, the more he thought about it, the more in his own head he had gotten. “I… I suppose.. y-you have a point..”

“Don’t patronize me..” He muttered after a moment or two of him trying to catch his breath. Once he recovered, he took another drag completely out of spite. Thankfully, it came down far smoother than the one before. “You can have the pack if you want it.”

Simon knew that look, that all-encompassing stare that was nothing more than sinister. He was staring into the eyes of a starved beast, that was obvious. “Well.. I’ve never been a fan of surprises.” Another step back, hands balled into tight fits until his knuckles paled.

I see. [ After sifting through his pockets, he managed to fish out a small notebook. Slipping a pen from his breast pocket, he began to jot down a few notes. ] Yes, Dr. Gideon can be very… persistent. What are your current symptoms with the virus, aside from the ‘crawling’?

That sounds like a horrible idea.

He was silent for a few beats before letting out a defeated sigh, shoving the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. The remaining stick stayed between his lips, however, and he took another drag. “I don’t understand why I do this, you know. I.. I quite literally can’t control it.”

“The parasite. Right…” He pressed his back to the wall, swallowing the dryness out of his throat. His gaze snapped over to the man when he mentioned his desires, however. “Y-You say that like I hold these desires for you without the parasite. Just what are you trying to say?”

“It’s— it’s fine. Everything is 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦.” He took a deep, self-soothing breath, glancing around. The remnants of Raccoon City had left a sickening nostalgia in his gut. But, his sights were set primarily on the mission at hand. “Let’s try some nearby buildings, maybe?”