Birkin smiled slightly at that. God knows he needed a friend who wasn't Wesker or Vanessa and who didn't think he was a complete monster.

"What a dick," he blurted out. "I-I mean! I'm sure he was a great guy but that was kinda..." He shrugged one shoulder slightly, worried expression on his face. "Dickish." Birkin glanced at the ground. "Though I guess I shouldn't talk. That's pretty much what happened when I got married. My wife wasn't much of a fan of Wesker so - Or did you mean a 'partner' sort of partnership? Because Wesker and I haven't - and I'm not - a-and... Ugh, nevermind, I don't want to know." Birkin had now settled into a lovely shade of red and decided that it was time to shut up now and take the bit of tongue that he'd cut off over to a microscope before he said something really retarded.