[Kimblee moves back when Archer suggests that he do so, though he's giving him more than a bit of a skeptical look as he resettles; surely Archer knows by now that not much in general alarms him, and Kimblee knows better than to touch whatever he's about to show him if he's told not to -
And then Archer actually shows him, and Kimblee is suddenly very aware of the fact that he hasn't moved back enough. There is not enough space in this entire damn room for him to move back enough.
The noise he makes is strange and choked-off, and he's not sure when he moved again after the initial warning but the way that his back is suddenly slammed back against the head of the bed is more than enough to verify that he has unconsciously made sure to put a lot of space between Archer and himself; Kimblee has never had a particularly strong sense of what is normal and what is not (outside of assessing whether something is an immediate threat), but that entire business is striking him as so viscerally and undeniably wrong that it's making his skin crawl.]
Don't...don't ever do that again.
[That's the most he's going to be managing, words-wise, until he can get his breathing to slow down and he regains control over his face, thank you very much.]
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And then Archer actually shows him, and Kimblee is suddenly very aware of the fact that he hasn't moved back enough. There is not enough space in this entire damn room for him to move back enough.
The noise he makes is strange and choked-off, and he's not sure when he moved again after the initial warning but the way that his back is suddenly slammed back against the head of the bed is more than enough to verify that he has unconsciously made sure to put a lot of space between Archer and himself; Kimblee has never had a particularly strong sense of what is normal and what is not (outside of assessing whether something is an immediate threat), but that entire business is striking him as so viscerally and undeniably wrong that it's making his skin crawl.]
Don't...don't ever do that again.
[That's the most he's going to be managing, words-wise, until he can get his breathing to slow down and he regains control over his face, thank you very much.]