[ William closed the door behind himself, taking a moment to look around the room: Wesker's usual industriousness had continued to be the case in their new environs. Already his friend and fellow Chief Researcher was all but entirely unpacked, everything perfectly orderly, his journals even shelved—such a contrast from William's own stack, pages torn out and saved from prior issues sticking out from intact ones at odd angles, all of them perching on the edge of his desk without a definite home.
It was almost weird, being in his room, having a full conversation there. Wesker had always been an intensely private person, living quarters included, but despite this whole place belonging to them now, William got the sense it was perhaps the only place they could speak to each other in confidence.
Even still, he kept his voice low. ]
You're still thinking about it too.
[ A guess, but one he was confident was correct. ]
the parallels w high schoolers going into each others' rooms... what is this, riverdale
It was almost weird, being in his room, having a full conversation there. Wesker had always been an intensely private person, living quarters included, but despite this whole place belonging to them now, William got the sense it was perhaps the only place they could speak to each other in confidence.
Even still, he kept his voice low. ]
You're still thinking about it too.
[ A guess, but one he was confident was correct. ]