[nothing puts one of their shitty cheap popcorn quite like seeing a familiar face being tortured. or just... torture in general. archer's incredibly used to it, but that doesn't mean he wants to see it. archer's had more than his fill over the course of his career, his body littered with scars from similar "sessions" between the occupational hazards, even though you could count cold-blooded torture amongst them.
he catches crowley outside the theatre while he's dumping his popcorn into the ticket office (asshole) and tilts his head, tone less vitriolic than usual. however he's feeling about it, he keeps it close to his chest, as he always does. he's not offering pity or empathy or anything, it's more a general line of questioning.]
Did you know...? [that they'd be showing that. he assumes it was from something recent enough for the wounds to heal, but -- he also knows what real pain and terror is. that wasn't acting.]
b, after cw for discussion of all the stuff in the prompt ig
he catches crowley outside the theatre while he's dumping his popcorn into the ticket office (asshole) and tilts his head, tone less vitriolic than usual. however he's feeling about it, he keeps it close to his chest, as he always does. he's not offering pity or empathy or anything, it's more a general line of questioning.]
Did you know...? [that they'd be showing that. he assumes it was from something recent enough for the wounds to heal, but -- he also knows what real pain and terror is. that wasn't acting.]