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GUNTHER SCHWARZ

Jaeger. Leviathan's Claw owner. Not particularly pleased to be here.

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[manufactured]

...You know that what you're offering me extends both ways, don't you? If you need someone to discuss it with and all.

[scythegun]

Ja, of course! It's just... It feels sort of silly to get worked up over something like this when I don't know how things will go.

[There's something else about it that's bothering him, but he doesn't know how to articulate it.]

[manufactured]

...If you say so.

[It's...fair, he supposes, though it's difficult to know how he should feel about it given the conversation they just had about how getting worked up over these things is understandable.]

[scythegun]

[Fair, but follow what he says, not what he doesn't do!!]

I do! If it gets too bad I will come to you, I promise. But right now it isn't something I really put that much thought into.

[manufactured]

[...]

And yet you're insisting that I should...?

[scythegun]

[...oh.]

Well, when you put it like that it makes it sound like I'm not taking my own advice!

[because you aren't, dumbass]

I really am terrible at this, aren't I...? I'm sorry, I really do mean what I'm saying, I'm just... not very good at following my own advice, I suppose.

[manufactured]

It would seem so.

[Wesker, no.]

Do as you will, I suppose. I'm not particularly in the mood to fight over it.

[scythegun]

[Ouch, but he definitely deserves that.]

I'm not going to fight you over it. You're right, I really shouldn't be that dismissive of it. I'll give it some more thought and I'll come to you once I've worked out my feelings on it.

[manufactured]

...Again, if you say so.

[It's not thoroughly dismissive, just kind of blunt; he'll sort out what he thinks of it later, along with...everything else, he supposes.]

[scythegun]

[Wesker's got a lot to sort through, doesn't he...]

...Do you want to be left alone for a little while?

[It wasn't dismissive, but Wesker's words were definitely blunted. Maybe it's best to give him some space...?]

[manufactured]

[It's kind of a lot, Jaeger, yes.]

Perhaps that would be for the best, for the time being.

[...]

That isn't to say that I don't want you here, it's...

[...It's kind of a lot.]

[scythegun]

No, I know what you mean! You're dealing with a lot right now.

[He stands up and then turns to Wesker.]

I'll be in my room if you need me for anything.

[He wants to say "it'll be okay" or something along those lines, but he doesn't know that it will be. So instead he forces a smile and turns to leave.]

[manufactured]

{Wesker will let Jaeger leave without trying to stop him; he'll be distant for a fair amount of the evening after that - spending time with his dogs, mostly. Taking time to calm himself down and sort out whatever is happening in his head.

It's a bit later in the evening when he approaches Jaeger's door; he pauses for a moment before knocking, though it isn't particularly hesitant.]

[scythegun]

[Jaeger can entertain himself and he'll keep busy on his phone while Wesker's sorting himself out. Still, he can't help but be the tiniest bit relieved when he hears the knocking.]

Hey, how are you doing?

[Should we head back to the study...?]

[manufactured]

...Well enough, I think.

[We...can, though he doesn't particularly care either way. Go, stay here, whichever.

He still sounds a little out of it, though not as blunted as before, so at least there's that much.]

[scythegun]

That's good to hear. Is there something you want to talk to me about?

[He'll open the door wider so Wesker can come in. No sense going all the way over to the study when you're already here! Jaeger will take a seat on the bed, though he'll leave plenty of room in case Wesker wants to join him.]

[manufactured]

[He'll come in, though he won't sit down; though he's tempted to pace, he manages to keep himself from doing so.]

It's nothing in particular, admittedly. Am I interrupting you somehow?

[scythegun]

No, no! I wasn't doing anything important!

[And even if he was, he'd make time for Wesker.]

[manufactured]

[He's quiet for a moment at that. Somewhat awkward, but then not much is exactly new in that regard...]

...Do you mind if we spend time for a while, then?

[scythegun]

[It's awkward, sure, but he's gotten used to that. Wesker's words get him to smile anyway.]

Of course I don't mind. Is there anything in particular you want to do?

[manufactured]

We don't have to do anything.

[...He doesn't feel like being alone.]

[scythegun]

Of course, Albert.

[He gets it. He doesn't like being alone either, after all.

...But with that said, he also doesn't like silence, so...]

Your dogs seem to have calmed down a lot! Do you think they're used to me now?

[manufactured]

Decidedly more than they were. I've been spending time with them today as well; they can tell that I haven't been feeling well, so they're...concerned, I suppose.

[scythegun]

Ja, I can certainly understand! Spending time with them helps though, doesn't it?

[manufactured]

It does. They help me just as much as I've helped them; they keep me sane in a lot of ways.