[Kimblee's words and nice, comforting, and for a moment Archer allows himself to simply accept them without question. That doesn't mean he won't question them later, but for the time being he's fine. He reaches up to press a hand against Kimblee's (right-handed of course). He smiles faintly before he seems to realize what he's doing and he pulls away, that light flush turning into a few shades darker. He turns away immediately and makes his way toward the bed, hesitating a bit before managing to get himself into a sitting position. It takes more effort than he would care to admit, but finally he manages it, the bed creaking under the weight of the automail. He frowns at that, but says nothing about it.]
I appreciate your words, Kimblee. I apologize for showing such weakness.
[And suddenly everything is back to normal - or at least it would be, if Archer could meet Kimblee's eyes.]
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[Kimblee's words and nice, comforting, and for a moment Archer allows himself to simply accept them without question. That doesn't mean he won't question them later, but for the time being he's fine. He reaches up to press a hand against Kimblee's (right-handed of course). He smiles faintly before he seems to realize what he's doing and he pulls away, that light flush turning into a few shades darker. He turns away immediately and makes his way toward the bed, hesitating a bit before managing to get himself into a sitting position. It takes more effort than he would care to admit, but finally he manages it, the bed creaking under the weight of the automail. He frowns at that, but says nothing about it.]
I appreciate your words, Kimblee. I apologize for showing such weakness.
[And suddenly everything is back to normal - or at least it would be, if Archer could meet Kimblee's eyes.]