Blame Me

C.2

Pulling into the parking lot of the RPD, Wesker was more than overwhelmed. People would see him, and people would talk. He was famous within the force. Everyone knew him, everyone either envied him or hated him. That, and the last thing he needed was Enrico finding out and being on his ass about it. They had a mutual agreement of hating each other, and the man was gunning for his job. Albert couldn't slip up. His shaking hands tucked his belongings into his pockets, pulling his keys out of the ignition and reluctantly getting out of his car.

His body seemed to be fighting against him. He was so exhausted, his head spinning the moment he stood. It probably wasn't a good idea for him to have driven here, knowing being this tired was almost equal to being mentally drunk. Oh well, he arrived safely. He found himself chewing on his lip as he walked inside, knowing people would see his disheveled appearance. The bruise was unsightly and he had a bandage on his hand, which he assumed would draw attention. Some people stared a bit too long but Wesker did his best to ignore this, making his way up to the S.T.A.R.S office.

He was at least grateful for the shades that hid the tiredness behind his eyes. He couldn't seem so weak. After all, he was in the position of authority. As he made it to the door of the office, he halted. He didn't want to go around displaying this bruise for everyone to see, but he wondered if drawing attention to it via Jill would make it worse. After weighing his options, he pulled the door to the office open, ducking in only a bit to hide the bruise from sight. "Jill. May I speak with you in the hall for a moment?" He asked.

Jill jolted from her conversation with Chris, her eyes a bit wide. Alone? Had she done something wrong? Chris gave her a look that she waved off, clearing her throat and standing up. "Yes sir." She replied, moving to step out of the office with Wesker.

As she exited and shut the door behind her, Wesker turned towards her. Instantly her eyes caught the dark bruise on his jaw. He watched how her eyes moved to gawk, and all he did was calmly clear his throat. "I require your assistance in covering this up. I'd prefer if everyone didn't stare and gossip about me behind my back." He requested, though his calm demeanor was forced.

Taking that as a hint to stop staring and treat him with better regard, she snapped out of it and nodded. "Of course, captain. Let me grab my bag from inside." Jill spoke softly, turning and making her way back inside quickly.

"What's he want from you?" Chris asked, but she shook her head. "Later, Chris." She replied, grabbing her bag and walking back out into the hallway. "Lead the way, sir." She said respectfully, and Wesker nodded. His steps were perfect, his posture and his outfit were all perfect, and Jill couldn't understand how. Had he gotten into a fight? Was there something else going on?

He led her into the men's bathroom, making sure that nobody else was present before he stepped in and walked over to the sink. His bandaged hand was bleeding through as well, and he only noticed once he placed his hand on the counter and left a blood stain. Jill gently sat her bag down, pulling it open and looking for a few things. It was clear Wesker was tense, and she didn't know what to do in this scenario. Glancing to see his bleeding hand, she seemed a bit alarmed.

"Sir, I know it's not my place, but..." "Please, Jill, I'm not in the mood to entertain your questions." He murmured, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He understood why she would have so many - Wesker wasn't the type to display his problems for others to see.

"Yes, sir, I understand." Jill replied, pulling out foundation, color corrector, powder, and a brush. "You're skin's lighter than mine but i can make it work. May I...?" She asked softly. She'd never touched his face before - nobody had, and hell, he didn't even let people close. This was uncharted territory.

He turned towards her finally, nodding as a mere acknowledgement. He wasn't happy about this but of as much preferred over the alternative.

Jill nodded, taking her color corrector and very carefully placing the liquid on the bruise. She tried to just stay focused on covering it up, trying to ignore the weird implications of this whole situation. She used her brush, blended it out, used her concealer, and then foundation. Finally, she placed a layer of powder to seal it for the day, before finally pulling away and tucking her stuff away. "Better...?" She asked slowly.