Oblivious Love (resident evil)

I Don't Know What I Feel

   ***TW: more brief descriptions of heavy subjects like depression and su!c!dal thoughts. Definitely less than the last chapter***

   Two weeks of Chris coming into the RPD and Jill begging him to go home, only for him to plant himself at his desk and say "Umbrella first, Jill."

   Two weeks of the four of them investigating the Umbrella Corporation.

   Two weeks and Chris was mostly healed from his wounds, except the snake bite which still bothered him.

   Two weeks and Rebecca still hadn't come to work.

   Remember when I said Chris was dense to other people's emotions?

   Well he was damn worried about Rebecca.

   He didn't know why she wasn't at work, but she didn't answer any of his calls. Not a trace of her at the RPD. Yeah, Chris was worried about her.

   He sat at his desk in the S.T.A.R.S. office that was no longer the S.T.A.R.S. office, clicking his pen over and over again.

   Barry and Brad were looking over some stuff together at Brad's desk, who glanced at Chris nervously every now and then. Jill, who was sitting next to Chris like usual, was also eyeing him. He was staring off into space, just clicking his pen like he would die if he didn't.

   Eventually the clicking stopped, and the rest of them would go back to what they were doing.

   And then Chris would think about Rebecca again and it would return tenfold.

   Brad and Barry gave each other looks, and Jill gently put her pen down as calmly as possible. She leaned her elbow on her desk and looked at Chris.

   "Chris." She said to get his attention.

   "Hm." Chris replied, still staring and clicking his pen.

   "Chris." She said a little more intentionally. Brad continued to look nervously in their direction.

   "Yeah." Chris said again, in his own world.

   "I'm thinking I'll just flash Irons to get him on our side. That cool?" A brief pause,

   "Sounds good." He said in a spacey manner, now staring at his desk. Barry sighed in dismay and Brad, blushing, smacked his forehead. Jill rolled her eyes, pushing Chris' elbow off the desk it was leaning on. This caused Chris to fall forward, and he barely stopped himself from slamming his forehead into his desk.

   "Jill, what the hell?!" He complained, giving a glare in her direction.

   "What's going on with you?" She said, slightly annoyed but also concerned. Chris shrugged his shoulders,

   "Nothing." He said unconvincingly, clicking his pen once more before putting it down and going on his computer. He was desperately avoiding eye contact with Jill, and clicked around random icons on his desktop to do so. He could feel her stare searing into him, the ever-growing tension practically forcing Chris to look back in her direction,

   "What?"

   "You're acting weird, that's what." Jill said, punching his arm with more force this time.

   "Okay, fine. I'm worried." Chris replied sheepishly while rubbing the arm she punched. Jill raised her eyebrow in intrigue,

   "Chris Redfield, worried. Okay, about what?"

   "... Rebecca." This caused Jill's other eyebrow to join the first one higher on her forehead.

   "Rebecca?" She sounded surprised. Chris scoffed, a slight blush forming on his face as he returned to the meaningless clicking on his computer.