[because it's the right thing to do, and archer's fully so immediately pissed off he's almost seeing red. he didn't want this. he'd almost completely settled for just never knowing his dad, just accepting that he either never cared about him, got driven away by malory or fucking died when barry blew up the safe house. he wasn't fine with it by any stretch, but it wasn't something he had to think about anymore.
... okay, no, it was something he thought about a lot, especially with AJ being born, but he figured he had as good a handle on it as he was ever going to get.
he looks down at the manilla folder again, sick to his stomach of malory's manipulation, of working for the fucking CIA, of... honestly, name a thing.
archer deals with this the way he always does: maturely. he abruptly lashes out, sucker-punching holly right in the jaw.]
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... okay, no, it was something he thought about a lot, especially with AJ being born, but he figured he had as good a handle on it as he was ever going to get.
he looks down at the manilla folder again, sick to his stomach of malory's manipulation, of working for the fucking CIA, of... honestly, name a thing.
archer deals with this the way he always does: maturely. he abruptly lashes out, sucker-punching holly right in the jaw.]