With a frown on his lips, Wesker stared at the TV monitors in silence. Annoyance intermingled with other forgotten emotions riddled his thoughts as he watched as Claire held a young man who wept nearby the corpse that had once been his father.
In the past, he had always been self-assured and confident about their relationship. There had always been a sense of ease between one that was almost, though not quite, taken for granted. All that remained now was the thin veneer of stoic indifference covering an ever-growing undercurrent of fear. All that mattered to him was unravelling before his eyes and it went by the name-or so the database indicated-of Steve Burnside.
Albert could not hear the conversation exchanged between Claire and Steve; he was uncertain whether to be relieved or annoyed by it. This was just the sort of complication he did not need.
The camaraderie he witnessed between the two was expected. There was little reason for the obnoxious boy to resist her charm. There was even less reason for Claire to resist Steve's obvious adoration. Innocent, young and without the weight of secrets Steve was exactly what Claire needed; everything that Albert was not.
If he killed the boy, Claire would never forgive him. If he spared the teen's life, she could just as easily walk away. Neither option was acceptable, but there little other choice available.
Unclenching his fists Wesker turned his attentions to another set of monitors. There was another matter at hand; one he could not ignore any longer. Chris Redfield was also looking to close the distance between them. The former soldier wanted Wesker dead at any cost; it was a feeling that was more than reciprocated. The former S.T.A.R.S member was of no real threat to Wesker but his mere presence was a mockery of everything he had worked so hard to achieve.
"Time to play a little game Chris," he murmured. With a smirk and a few taps of keys, Wesker buried his doubts as he focussed his thoughts on the immediate present. Releasing a few of the many Chimaeras' kept in holding cells throughout the facility Albert watched on with a grim smirk. The BOW's were not meant to be a real threat; he just needed something to keep Chris busy and to buy himself some time to catch up to the soldier's location.
Swiftly departing from the security room, Albert decided this was just the sort of distraction he needed.
Albert Wesker was many things, he was not jealous.