Resident Evil Volume 2 Chapter 8 asshole about it." David was surprised and impressed by the sincerity behind the words; when he was in his twenties, he would've rather had his fingernails pulled out than display any emotion, except anger of course. He'd had no trouble expressing anger. Yet another legacy from dear old Dad. . . "I don't think you have anything to be sorry for," David said softly. "Your concerns are more than justified. I—I've been under a bit of strain myself, and I didn't mean to come across as domineering. The S.T.A.R.S. are, that is, they mean a lot to me, and I want us ... I want for them to be whole again ..." Jill walked in from the kitchen, saving David from continuing with his fumbling speech. Much to his relief, Chris seemed to understand; he met David's gaze evenly, nodding, as if to say that the air had been cleared between them. David sighed inwardly, won- dering if he'd ever be able to overcome his awkward- ness with expressing emotions. He'd done a …
