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[ It's everything Barry's wanted to hear for the past two years, all at once, but any joy it would've elicited in another context is largely overshadowed by the fact that his sudden houseguest (room...guest?) is about to vomit and may actually have alcohol poisoning. He's quick in bringing over the little hotel trashcan and setting it down in front of him, because it's a walk to the bathroom and he's not too sure Archer has it in him, then leans into his side and drapes an arm over his midback, under his far arm. ]

Okay, Buddy. Easy. You should sit down before you lose your balance and mess up that leg. [ Especially because leaning forward while blackout drunk and caneless seems like it couldn't have any outcome other than falling. ] Can you do that for me?

[ His friend. They're friends. Archer sees him as a friend. ]