[he reaches out a little hesitantly, not unlike a kid being given a new toy and told if they lose it then they'll get their tiny bare ass slapped with a ping pong paddle. archer also doesn't deign go into more detail about dutch dylan and some of the horrific things his subconscious put forward the cyborg was capable of.
he ends up sliding his palm over barry's, fingers awkwardly resting on his wrist like he's already forgotten what he was doing with it.]
Warm, [he mutters, then starts to slightly tilt forward again.]
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he ends up sliding his palm over barry's, fingers awkwardly resting on his wrist like he's already forgotten what he was doing with it.]
Warm, [he mutters, then starts to slightly tilt forward again.]