[Archer has known Kimbley for nearly a year. He's never once seen Kimbley afraid. It takes him a moment to realize why Kimbley's voice sounds odd, or why he would be shaking in the first place.]
[Kimbley's just as afraid as he is. Maybe he's not afraid of death (he's certainly said as much before), but something about this isn't sitting right with him either. Archer's grip tightens once Kimbley gets comfortable. He's fully aware that Kimbley's bleeding on him. He doesn't care at this point.]
Don't... Don't say that. You will be fine.
[Archer's trying to control his voice. He's failing miserably. He can't lose Kimbley. What... What the fuck will he do without him?]
You know I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. You still trust me, right? You'll be fine.
[Maybe one of them will actually believe it if he keeps repeating it.]
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[Kimbley's just as afraid as he is. Maybe he's not afraid of death (he's certainly said as much before), but something about this isn't sitting right with him either. Archer's grip tightens once Kimbley gets comfortable. He's fully aware that Kimbley's bleeding on him. He doesn't care at this point.]
Don't... Don't say that. You will be fine.
[Archer's trying to control his voice. He's failing miserably. He can't lose Kimbley. What... What the fuck will he do without him?]
You know I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. You still trust me, right? You'll be fine.
[Maybe one of them will actually believe it if he keeps repeating it.]