[It's a lot better than nothing, but Archer's not thinking about it like that. He's used to getting some sort of response out of Kimbley, even if it is a snarky remark that will only serve to irritate him further. He's not getting anything verbally, clearly this is worse than he thought.]

What the fuck am I supposed to do without you, Kimbley? Answer me! I can't accomplish anything without your help and you fucking know it! You can't die on me now...!

[Archer's grip tightens and suddenly he's very glad Kimbley can't get a good look at him right now. He's shaking badly enough as it is, but this would be even worse if Kimbley could see him.]

[He's crying.]

[Archer can't even remember the last time he cried. He stops screaming; the abrupt jagged breathing is indication enough that something is off, but he's trying to control that too. He doesn't need Kimbley to know just how badly this is hurting him. He shouldn't be this bothered.]

[...But of course he is. He's always had a soft spot for Kimbley. He's never understood why or how it developed, but Kimbley has always been different. Archer couldn't care less about anyone else. If this were anyone else, he wouldn't care. But it's Kimbley. What the hell is he supposed to do after Kimbley...?]