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[13thcommander]

"Hello, this is Erwin Smith. I'm unavailable at the moment; please leave a message and I will contact you as soon as I'm able."


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[undiagnosed]

I could also strip down and start screaming about aliens reading my mind. I think this is humiliating enough, thanks.

[if he's going to say anything else, he's cut off by a towel being dumped on his head and socks being pushed into-- no, onto his hands.]

Yeah, so I guess I finally lost my mind. [he looks down at his sock hands.] ...This tracks.

[though imagining it doesn't explain how he got soaked and freezing.]

[13thcommander]

If you did, so did I.

[Which is, considering their last interaction, probably not as reassuring as Erwin would like it to be. He takes a second pair of socks and drops down to one knee, nudging Archer's calf with his shoulder so he'll pick up his foot.]

You were there one second, I turned to talk to Glenn, and then you started screaming. I turned around, and you were practically naked and soaking wet.

I didn't see it happen, Archer, but you're not crazy. Something out of the ordinary definitely happened today.

[undiagnosed]

[he complies, but only because he doesn't want to lose any toes. could he still lose toes? no idea. archer sniffs, looking away for a moment. erwin's gone and in a burst of RGB static, barry's there instead. the hallucination shows up and shocks him enough that he pulls back suddenly, a flicker of confused fear crossing his expression that quickly turns into a scowl.]

I almost drowned. Again. [his expression twists.] I really gotta stop doing that.

cw implied ptsd

[13thcommander]

[Erwin manages to get the socks on before Archer pulls away, and he looks up in surprise. He's been doing nothing but being helpful here, and he thought that even Archer would understand and appreciate that, and not be deliberately difficult. But then he sees that look cross Archer's face, and Erwin sits back on his heels, letting his hand drop to his knee in plain sight, and stays very still.]

It's not a pleasant experience, is it?

[Erwin keeps his tone low and conversational.]

Are you starting to warm up at all? You might want to use that towel on your hair, so it doesn't drip water down your back.

cw definitely referenced ptsd

[undiagnosed]

I'm used to it, [he shoots back irritably, like this is the first hardship he's suffered, like the implication is he doesn't know what living with severe PTSD is like. god, and when was the last time he made it through a day sober? this is getting close to That, seeing as the shock of the water sobered him up right quick from all those picklebacks he'd drunk before.

archer looks away for a moment, brows pinched. he doesn't often admit to himself how fucked up and miserable he is. he hates it.] I'm going to do it because I want to, not because you told me to.

[that's as close as a "yes, thank you" he'll get, while archer busies himself doing exactly that.]

cw definitely referenced ptsd and barfing

[13thcommander]

I don't think anyone ever gets used to it.

[Does Archer see a mountain of corpses every time he goes to sleep? Everyone who fell in pursuit of his dreams? Erwin hasn't taken to drinking; his own torture is of a more personal nature, involving constant mental flagellation over all the sacrifices everyone else had to make for him. The worst part is, they did it willingly, and Erwin still isn't sure of the reason why.]

[Once Archer is drying his hair off, Erwin slowly stands up and starts nudging the heaters closer to his legs. It's gotten nice and toasty in the little ring where they're standing, enough that Erwin is starting to sweat.]

Susan? Susan, are you still around?

[Why yes, yes she is! Erwin dispatches her to go find some dry clothes for Archer, preferably something warm and insulating.]

Do you still feel like you need to vomit?

just two healthy young men (cw mild suicidal ideaology)

[undiagnosed]

I did.

[it comes out as a cool, cold snap. archer's different from everyone else. he can cope. what kind of a pussy couldn't? he doesn't have regrets. he doesn't drink so much because he doesn't give a shit if he doesn't wake up the next day. he didn't jump in after the sub and almost willingly let himself drown, rather than deal with the nightmare he thinks he was stuck in.

he doesn't. he's fine.]

Uh, yeah, duh. [he starts moving the heaters back. he's not so cold now he feels like his muscles are seizing up, though he's still not great. archer figure he's been humiliated enough.] ...I'll pay you back.

[that's as close to thank you as he'll get.]

adult men dealing with their feelings like adults (cw mild suicidal ideaology)

[13thcommander]

Then you're a better man than I am.

[Erwin is certain Archer is lying, but he's not going to push the issue. He doesn't talk about his own issues, so he's not going to expect Archer to be forthright with his own.]

Do you want help getting home? I don't want Rapunzel to worry about you.

[Erwin has made the connection that Archer is Rapunzel's husband, and he'd make a comment about Cassandra's friend's taste if he didn't know marriages are assigned. He doesn't mention the money--he's doing all right, with his job at the high school back in the 60s when teachers made BANK, and it won't be a financial burden to pay for Archer's new clothes. Come to think of it, Erwin is going to need a new coat, too, since his is all wet now.]

[undiagnosed]

Obviously, [he shoots back, though there's not as much confidence behind that statement as there might usually be. it's a little hard to stay so egotistical right now, you know? his mind flies back to lana, the mother of his child, telling him outright she wished he'd never woken up, and the awful sting that came with it.

she was angry. archer hates himself for letting it get to him, for even bothering to wonder if she ever loved him in the first place.] No, 'm fine. Ugh. She doesn't-- just don't tell her.

[13thcommander]

Obviously.

[Now this, this is fascinating. Is this a crack in Archer's armor? Erwin's eyes brighten, and he's paying closer attention than he was a moment before.]

I won't tell her. Now, did you drive here or take the bus? Whether I escort you home or not, you aren't going to try and walk it.

[Does Archer actually care about Rapunzel?]

[undiagnosed]

Drive, [he says, trying to stand and cursing that even with the support of his cane, his bad leg is still too... he's not sure. tense? god, this better not have made his nerve damage fucking worse. that would be just his luck. a bolt of pain shoots right up his thigh and into his back when he tries to put weight on it, making him almost cry out.] Fucking-- I'll get a cab back. Shit.

[no way he can drive like this. his head is still pounding, vision swimming, he's still seeing things in the corner of his vision that he knows aren't there, and he doesn't know if it's because of almost dying or because he's losing his mind or both.]

[13thcommander]

[When Erwin sees that Archer is about to buckle, he takes a few steps closer, lifting his arm so Archer can grab it if he needs to. If he'd rather faceplant than grab onto Erwin, that's his voice too.]

What kind of car do you have? If it's an automatic transmission, I can drive you home.

[Erwin walked here, so he won't be leaving a car behind, and he's very proud of his newly acquired driving skills.]

And, ah... if you still have the keys.

[Or are they at the bottom of the ocean, somewhere in another world?]

[undiagnosed]

Manual, jackass. [he groans that out, gritting his teeth against the pain. for some reason, he feels like if erwin sees him cry out in pain or show any weakness then erwin wins. wins what, he's not sure, but that's how it's always been. how he was raised.] I... don't know. I can hotwire it.

[he's not sure where anything ended up, to be honest. he uses erwin to stabilise himself, leaning far too heavily on him.]

[13thcommander]

Ah. It doesn't matter, then. I can only drive an automatic transmission.

[Erwin wouldn't think less of Archer for being in pain, or having a very human reaction to his trauma. If anything, it would improve Erwin's opinion. But he also knows what's it like to never show weakness, for fear the wolves would tear you apart.]

You'll have to come back later with Rapunzel's keys to get it. We'll get you a cab home.

[Susan wanders back over, carrying the film Erwin came here for today. Maybe Glenn was insulted by Archer, and sent Susan to deal with the two difficult clients today. Erwin turns to deal with her, and have everything rung up and put on his tab.]

Finish getting dressed and we'll go find a cab for you.

[undiagnosed]

Useless.

[he grabs the clothes from susan without a thanks, glaring at her.]

You better delete this CCTV footage. I mean it. [he'll break in and do it himself, if he has to. maybe. probably not. he's way too tired to think ahead.] No money.

[13thcommander]

I only have one arm, Archer. How would you suggest I shift and steer at the same time?

[Jerk.]

[Erwin has no idea what CCTV footage is, but he rolls his eyes at Susan. Yes, he knows they're being pains in the ass, and they'll be out of her hair soon.]

I'll pay for it. I'm going to have us driven to your neighborhood and dropped off at your front door. I trust you'll be able to handle it from there.

[undiagnosed]

I could do the shifting, [he says, genuinely thoughtfully. he doesn't actually think erwin is useless, he's just.

you know.

a raging asshole.]

[13thcommander]

... all right.

[Erwin has read about shifting in his driving book; he's pretty confident he can figure out the feet part. How hard can it be?]

When you're feeling better, though, I want to learn how to start a car without keys.

[Erwin, no.]