[Archer does turn to face him then, surprised. Normally Kimblee would press, insisting that they need to talk about whatever it is that's bothering Archer with the mistaken idea that it will help somehow. The fact that Kimblee isn't pushing is almost disturbing.
But... they did talk about this. Archer remembers yelling at Kimblee about how much he hates it when Kimblee presses him on things like this. He hadn't really expected Kimblee to take that into consideration. He's not really sure what to do with the fact that Kimblee has.
For some reason, this is just making him want to tell Kimblee about it. That's not fair.]
...He wanted to kill me.
[The words are soft and they're out there before Archer really knows what to do with them. He looks momentarily alarmed before he returns to studying his notes, though he's not really seeing them.
Confirming this isn't doing anything to make things better.]
He wanted to kill me!
[Oh look, there's the shouting everyone's so familiar with.]
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But... they did talk about this. Archer remembers yelling at Kimblee about how much he hates it when Kimblee presses him on things like this. He hadn't really expected Kimblee to take that into consideration. He's not really sure what to do with the fact that Kimblee has.
For some reason, this is just making him want to tell Kimblee about it. That's not fair.]
...He wanted to kill me.
[The words are soft and they're out there before Archer really knows what to do with them. He looks momentarily alarmed before he returns to studying his notes, though he's not really seeing them.
Confirming this isn't doing anything to make things better.]
He wanted to kill me!
[Oh look, there's the shouting everyone's so familiar with.]