[he should be angry at that, but he just looks away. sterling, mi amigo! fucking idiot. he's dead. archer watched him die.]
I thought he-- [archer shakes his head, finishing up his own bandaging, pulling it a little overtight to distract himself.] Convenient excuse, asswipe.
[archer'll just redirect it back at crowley, like he probably expects him to.]
no subject
I thought he-- [archer shakes his head, finishing up his own bandaging, pulling it a little overtight to distract himself.] Convenient excuse, asswipe.
[archer'll just redirect it back at crowley, like he probably expects him to.]
Come here. I have spares.