[Kimblee doesn't relax, but he doesn't try to pull away, either; he didn't miss that flinch, and his touch is gentle when he makes contact.
His gaze flicks down when that automail moves next to him; even though he's still on-guard, and even though his mind is screaming at him that he needs to move, that that thing is a loaded weapon and a ridiculously heavy blunt object and he can't get a good enough read on Archer's mental state to know what he's feeling like doing with it, he doesn't flinch. He just keeps playing with Archer's hair; he isn't sure how he knows, but he's rather aware that Archer doesn't need him showing fear around him right now.
And so he remains calm, and just keeps playing with Archer's hair, tousling it softly between his fingers; he lets his free hand remain down at his side for the time being, not sure what he should do with it otherwise. It takes him a moment to realize that Archer is trying to hold him, of all things; his expression softens a bit at the realization, but he doesn't stop what he's doing with his left hand.]
I'll do what I can for you, you know that - and I'll see what can be done regarding all of that.
[The look in his eyes is a bit distant when he says it, however, and he can't maintain eye contact after a moment; he's fully aware that he won't have access to anything required to keep Archer alive, not like this, so literally the only thing he can do is try to deal with it for the weekend.
And if this isn't dealt with by the end of the weekend...well. He'll cross that bridge if they get there.]
I...may need to get in contact with Miss Rockbell eventually. She's a good mechanic, and she owes me a favor right now besides.
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His gaze flicks down when that automail moves next to him; even though he's still on-guard, and even though his mind is screaming at him that he needs to move, that that thing is a loaded weapon and a ridiculously heavy blunt object and he can't get a good enough read on Archer's mental state to know what he's feeling like doing with it, he doesn't flinch. He just keeps playing with Archer's hair; he isn't sure how he knows, but he's rather aware that Archer doesn't need him showing fear around him right now.
And so he remains calm, and just keeps playing with Archer's hair, tousling it softly between his fingers; he lets his free hand remain down at his side for the time being, not sure what he should do with it otherwise. It takes him a moment to realize that Archer is trying to hold him, of all things; his expression softens a bit at the realization, but he doesn't stop what he's doing with his left hand.]
I'll do what I can for you, you know that - and I'll see what can be done regarding all of that.
[The look in his eyes is a bit distant when he says it, however, and he can't maintain eye contact after a moment; he's fully aware that he won't have access to anything required to keep Archer alive, not like this, so literally the only thing he can do is try to deal with it for the weekend.
And if this isn't dealt with by the end of the weekend...well. He'll cross that bridge if they get there.]
I...may need to get in contact with Miss Rockbell eventually. She's a good mechanic, and she owes me a favor right now besides.