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"Home or not, bet the impact was still the same. On the bright side, guess it was a little easier for you readjust. You still had everything you owned in tact, huh? Well, take my job more seriously. And..." Digs a hand into his pocket, pulling out a badge. "Got into the FBI."

"Couldn't have said it better myself. I mean... I'm a survivor of Raccoon too, so I understand better than anyone what it's like to watch everythin' you love and own around you get destroyed. I guess in my own way, I'm tryin' to make a difference too. Even if only a little."

"Some would wanna put it all behind 'em and move on. Guess we've all got our own ways of dealing with shit, huh? Still, you look well. Real well. Hope you're not overdoing anything."

"Ah yeah, that's right. Still, you guys are so damn determined to your factions. You really wanna make a difference to the world, huh?"

"I take pride in it. Live life to the fullest and don't give a damn about what people think. Words to live by. Whaaaat? Still with those guys, huh? Man, you must be serious to the cause. You're a fighter. I like that."

"That's in the eye of the beholder. And I choose to take it as a compliment~ You got a new job? Hey, that's awesome. What're you doing these days, then?"

"...You're near me though, right? Something going down back at home? Feeling lonely? Love life not going too well? Taaaaaaalk to me. I can fix all your problems~"

"Hey, I'll take that as a compliment. Always nice that people can recognize your ability to multi-task! But sheesh, chill out. Get a drink down you or somethin'."

An eyebrow raised and a smirk curled upon his lips. "'Cause I'm glad we've got something in common. Yikes, Claire. I'm only playing around. Why so hostile?"

"Oh, that's right. You were the honey that knows her way around a bike, huh?" Scratches his chin, eyeing her up all over again. "Hello, mama."

"I can't even get a kiss. Very funny that you think anyone would sleep with me! ...Wait--"

"Don't be like that. I remember once upon a time, you were begging to take a look at these glossy lips!" He could be remembering that wrong, but he was satisfied with what he recalled.

Oh no. The women. They're ganging up on him! How and why does this always seem to happen?

"Bingo. Your reward? A huge smooch from Yours Truly. What a lucky winner!"

"I spy with my little eye... one giant cutie-pie."

“Same goes for you, Chris!” He playfully patted him on the shoulder and wolf whistled. “Check you out... Captain Stud! Been keeping in shape since we last spoke, huh?”

“And bitin’! Not gonna get rid of me without a fight.”

“Kiss my ass and call me daddy. How’s it going, y’all?”