The heat sensors? Yeah, buddy, a few hours ago- hey, should you... really be drinking right now? [ Barry narrows his eyes in thought, something he is, rather surprisingly, still able to do despite a prolonged period without any muscles to control. Thank you, Krieger, and also dubious advances in modern medicine. ] What with it being a mission and all.
[ It's obvious that Archer's an alcoholicā€”among other things, or maybe because of them. The old him most certainly would have had... some sort of unhelpful jab about it, something he tries not to cringe at as he glances down at the half-finished paper box of fried rice in his hand and scans it for any bits of egg he might have missed the first go-round. The man's sick and not emotionally ready to acknowledge it yet, and he deserves sympathy. Especially from someone who chose to reside in that space as long as he did.
Partly because of this guy, who's taken efforts to remind him of how annoying he used to be before the whole...cyborg...Framboise...thing. It's okay, though, because it's not acceptable behavior, but he has the emotional skills to deal with it now, and it was never entirely about what Archer did to him, at least according to Dr. Fleischer. There was always something going on there. Common in kids brought up in the system, he'd said.
So, in a way, maybe he owes it to the guy. Not wholly, because Jesus Christ, that was a lot, but a lot of it was also him, and if Archer hadn't found his mother, well, he'd probably have gone on telling himself he was content being miserably unstable. He would have needed to get help sooner or later either way.
Barry grabs another piece of egg with the cheap bamboo chopsticks that came taped to the top of the styrofoam takeout container and tosses it into the wastebasket with the small collection he's already exiled. ]
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[ It's obvious that Archer's an alcoholicā€”among other things, or maybe because of them. The old him most certainly would have had... some sort of unhelpful jab about it, something he tries not to cringe at as he glances down at the half-finished paper box of fried rice in his hand and scans it for any bits of egg he might have missed the first go-round. The man's sick and not emotionally ready to acknowledge it yet, and he deserves sympathy. Especially from someone who chose to reside in that space as long as he did.
Partly because of this guy, who's taken efforts to remind him of how annoying he used to be before the whole...cyborg...Framboise...thing. It's okay, though, because it's not acceptable behavior, but he has the emotional skills to deal with it now, and it was never entirely about what Archer did to him, at least according to Dr. Fleischer. There was always something going on there. Common in kids brought up in the system, he'd said.
So, in a way, maybe he owes it to the guy. Not wholly, because Jesus Christ, that was a lot, but a lot of it was also him, and if Archer hadn't found his mother, well, he'd probably have gone on telling himself he was content being miserably unstable. He would have needed to get help sooner or later either way.
Barry grabs another piece of egg with the cheap bamboo chopsticks that came taped to the top of the styrofoam takeout container and tosses it into the wastebasket with the small collection he's already exiled. ]