That does go a long way to getting him to calm down. Archer doesn't lean into Kimblee's touch, but he allows it, human eye sliding closed as he counts backwards from ten to calm himself down further. He doesn't want to lash out and hurt Kimblee. He still doesn't have a good grasp on his strength - his control with the automail arm is another thing entirely - but he knows well enough to know that lashing out will seriously hurt Kimblee. He doesn't want to do that. Even if it is an accident, Kimblee won't forgive him for it, he's certain of that. Kimblee will leave if that happens. He can't let that happen.
Kimblee's words aren't something he's heard before - he never knew Kimblee could tell the difference between a human and a Homunculus - but he believes him. Kimblee would have no reason to lie to him, right? Of course not. The obvious answer goes soaring over his head as always.]
...It's difficult not to pity myself, Kimblee.
[The answer is softer than usual, but still far too loud for their close proximity. He can't control his voice as well as he'd like.]
It... it is good to know you still consider me human.
[He can't meet Kimblee's eyes at that, glancing away instead. For some reason this is flustering him far more than anything else with Kimblee ever has. The intimacy has nothing to do with it - they've been intimate like this before - but something about this is making him feel incredibly shy, which is so unlike him it's almost funny.]
I'll try not to pity myself. I wouldn't want to disappoint you, now would I?
[That's louder, more confident. It's a goal to work towards. He doesn't have orders here, but if he has a goal, he can work towards it. That much is easy enough and something he still thrives on. He'll accomplish this goal, then move on to the next. Assuming he doesn't get another three goals in the meantime, but that's not the point.]
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That does go a long way to getting him to calm down. Archer doesn't lean into Kimblee's touch, but he allows it, human eye sliding closed as he counts backwards from ten to calm himself down further. He doesn't want to lash out and hurt Kimblee. He still doesn't have a good grasp on his strength - his control with the automail arm is another thing entirely - but he knows well enough to know that lashing out will seriously hurt Kimblee. He doesn't want to do that. Even if it is an accident, Kimblee won't forgive him for it, he's certain of that. Kimblee will leave if that happens. He can't let that happen.
Kimblee's words aren't something he's heard before - he never knew Kimblee could tell the difference between a human and a Homunculus - but he believes him. Kimblee would have no reason to lie to him, right? Of course not. The obvious answer goes soaring over his head as always.]
...It's difficult not to pity myself, Kimblee.
[The answer is softer than usual, but still far too loud for their close proximity. He can't control his voice as well as he'd like.]
It... it is good to know you still consider me human.
[He can't meet Kimblee's eyes at that, glancing away instead. For some reason this is flustering him far more than anything else with Kimblee ever has. The intimacy has nothing to do with it - they've been intimate like this before - but something about this is making him feel incredibly shy, which is so unlike him it's almost funny.]
I'll try not to pity myself. I wouldn't want to disappoint you, now would I?
[That's louder, more confident. It's a goal to work towards. He doesn't have orders here, but if he has a goal, he can work towards it. That much is easy enough and something he still thrives on. He'll accomplish this goal, then move on to the next. Assuming he doesn't get another three goals in the meantime, but that's not the point.]
Thank you.