[Kimblee studies him in silence for a moment before eventually pushing himself away from the wall; as interesting as he's finding this entire discussion and whatever's going on with Archer, that much emotion at once is never a good thing, in Kimblee's experience. It occurs to him vaguely that Archer could choose to lash out or shove him away, but he ignores the thought for now; he never has so far, and if he starts now, the results likely won't be nice and he's fairly sure they both know that.

He reaches out once he's close enough, running his hand lightly through Archer's hair.]

I'll teach him a lesson, when he returns - just enough to ensure that hideous thoughts like that won't happen again.