[ A fleeting, nonverbal touch was offered; naturally, William understood the meaning of the fingers briefly grazing his own. There wasn't a need for Wesker to verbally thank him, or to thank him at all, but the brief moment of contact did help his own stress, somewhat. ]

Good.

[ There was a pause as William lapsed into thought. ]

I recall feeling similarly after my fourth molars were removed. I hadn't remembered to eat and I took Percocet as prescribed. That would have been back in... '82, I believe.

[ He was still angry with Albert, of course—that wouldn't go away any time soon, but the rage had fallen to the wayside, for the time being. There would be plenty of time for them to discuss this when he wasn't about to vomit or in severe pain. William was also a bit preoccupied with feeling shaken and disturbed to also harbor fury at the moment, and some form of distraction, talking like this, would probably be of benefit to both of them. ]