A/N.: This piece is dedicated to, requested by and written for Chaed. You can see the prompt involved at the end of the story.

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Sometimes silence says more than a thousand words. Strictly speaking that isn't true of course seeing as most of the time silence really just says that there are no words to be said. Then again, it does make for a great opener, so let's give it a try anyway.

Silence. It spread through the room like you spread peanut butter on a sandwich… except that it wasn't as enjoyable, which peanut butter usually is, unless you have an allergy or just aren't into peanuts because you prefer jelly or like to eat your sandwich plain which I personally think tastes a bit boring, but to each his own, right?

To each his own. And wasn't that what had brought them here in the first place? Actually a car had, in Birkin's case anyway, realistically speaking of course, but hadn't lack of realism caused the disaster in the first place?

"Give it to me", Wesker had said and who was his old colleague to refuse? Murder can separate ties or create them, tighten them, even to a point where anything but brute force will not be able to undo them. A bit like unwrapping a present, finding that your fingernails are too short and having to use a pair of scissors. Except that it turned out to be much less rewarding.

But a present… a parting gift… you could say that this was the idea in Birkin's mind. Back then he had his own reasons for doing Wesker the favour, for trying so hard to please the man and ultimately himself. But of course that was when he didn't expect to meet him again, because the confrontation with what he'd done…

"I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't think it would affect…" His words faded into a whisper as he turned to seek the gaze of the man sitting next to him on the bed. But Wesker only turned away and in that moment Birkin realised that it made him glad. Of course he wanted to look at him, say something that'd make the bitter taste of it disappear, but at the same time this man had taken so much from him and now he was suddenly afraid to pay the price that seemed to small in comparison?

"I didn't ask you to come here to talk." Wesker said coldly. No, of course he didn't. With him it was never about the talking. Nor the listening for that matter, because if he'd done that in the first place… if he'd just stopped and listened when Birkin tried to warn him that there would be consequences… but of course that kind of reason didn't exist in the world of Albert Wesker.

"Then there's nothing I can do for you." Birkin sighed and got up. There w a s nothing he could do for Wesker anymore, but to tell him that took all of his strength, particularly when he could practically feel his icy glare drilling into the back of his head, screaming that this was all his fault.

But it wasn't and now he was finally sure of it. And before he reached for the door handle he turned around one last time.

"You could still go part-time as a night light though", the young scientist offered with a grin and left the apartment, accompanied by the silent cursing of Albert Wesker as he let the sunglasses hide the red glow in his eyes once again.

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And the prompt was of course "Birkin sees Wesker without sunglasses the first time". At first I wanted to go for something more crack-y but then I decided on subtle obscurity again, even throwing in more trains of thought than usual at the beginning. I'm not sure if I like how it turned out though, because overall it seems rather boring to me, especially if you know the prompt already. Still, what do you think?