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Claire places down a cup of coffee in front of Chris, a small smile taking her lips when her older brother's eyes light up for second. Claire knows Chris loves his coffee, no milk, a bit of alcohol and two spoons of sugar- she swears only he can pass that.
Blue eyes move to the seat next to Chris, "Do you want some too Piers?" She asks, picking up another cup, ready to hand it to the Ace sitting next to Chris.
"If you are going to give him some, make sure it has milk." Chris speaks up for Piers, seeing how dark the liquid inside the cup looks. Chris knows Piers likes his coffee with milk, while Chris likes his as strong as possible. The BSAA captain had built up a tolerance after years of drinking it, staying up late, and at times staying up for days. Piers' own tolerance has already increased, but not by much. Just those harder to get up days, Piers would drink his coffee slightly stronger, but with slightly more sugar.
"Oh, of course." Claire says with a small smile, detouring her route towards the kitchen instead of Piers.
Chris is staying with her until he can get himself on his feet again. He hasn't been a happy patient, constantly getting irritated and yelling at her and sometimes at thin air. His short temper seemed to have gotten even thinner, if that were possible. It's been two weeks, and his temper seems to be getting better since then, but that might be due to the heavy medication.
The younger Redfield reaches the kitchen, Chris' conversation with Piers muffled slightly by the wall separating the kitchen from the living room. Thinking back on the hospital and how she was able to convince Chris to come with her, or more precisely, how Piers convinced Chris, Claire sighs, glad that Chris accepted her help. At least she is able to look after her brother, thanks to the sniper.
"A little more sugar." Claire states under her brother, glancing at the sugar that is across the counter, where she left it after making Chris' coffee. Claire reaches for it. She picks it up and carries it to the fridge. Since winter has been around the corner, ants have been entering her house more than usual and invading her poor sugar. Opening the fridge she places it inside.
"All done." She says loud enough for Chris to hear. Picking up the cup, she walks over towards her brother, who is still talking to Piers, a little lower this time. When her eyes land on Chris, he laying down, his head propped on a pillow, his eyes close as he continues to speak to the young sniper.
Claire smiles at Chris before she places the coffee cup on the small coffee table located in the center of her living room. "Want me to get you a blanket?" She asks, seeing Chris yawn loudly.
"Yeah, if you don't mind." Chris answers with another yawn in between, as he rolls on his side to look at her.
"I'll be right back." She informs him, while she makes her way towards the small closet in her room where the sheets are located.
When Claire returns she finds Chris fast asleep, his head turned to face the backseat of the couch, preventing the younger Redfield from seeing his face. Piers' coffee still sits on the small coffee table, untouched.
Making her way over to her older brother, she places the sheets over his body before she steps back and picks up the warm coffee.
Making her way to the kitchen, she spills the untouched coffee down the drain. She turns around, leaning her back against the kitchen counter before she pushes her body off it and heads towards her room, to maybe read a little before Chris wakes. Claire halts in her steps, her blue eyes drifting to the empty space 'Piers' is sitting.
For his sanity, she plays along.
FIN
A/N: Thank you fo reading! I hope you enjoyed! Until next time!
