["Bare minimum" is right; Kimbley doesn't have time to really process what Archer's doing - taking that jacket off? why...? - before there's suddenly a lot of pressure against that spot where Scar had hit him. It hurts like a bitch, though Kimbley doesn't cry out; he does draw a breath between his teeth, however, resulting in a sharp hissing sound before he can stop himself. The arm he's got braced against the ground tenses a good amount; he lowers his head a bit, propping his forehead against the fist that hand is suddenly forming, clenched so tight that his nails are burying themselves into his palm.
He nods a bit, the motion a bit strange given his position.]
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He nods a bit, the motion a bit strange given his position.]
...yeah. Yeah, I'll...be fine...
[That makes two of them, then.]