That's... very true... Come to think of it, Archer can't imagine Kimblee as a child at all. He must have been the creepiest little kid...

Ah, right, that's not the point. "Yes, I know that. But it's different with us. We understand one another in a way that most people don't. So when you look at me like that it feels like I've... screwed something up somehow."

Archer finally glances away, focusing on the ocean again. He's not sure what happened, but suddenly he's not shrieking or wanting to hurt someone anymore. He's still tense and more than a little irritated, but that's being covered adequately by confusion. What the hell happened?

...Not going to lie, he feels vaguely cockblocked. Thanks, asshole.