Sam was pretty fucking exhausted, given that he had cracked ribs and an annoying burn that was the bane of his existence right now. But he wanted to get back to business as usual so he had no problem with working, babysitting, catsitting, and meeting Archer for drinks. Maybe, if he concentrated hard enough, it wouldn't hurt to breathe.
It took him a bit longer than usual to get to the bar since every step hurt, but he sucked it up like a man and found Archer at a table. "Jay," he greeted the man, pulling up a chair. "You look like hell." Meant in a nice, glad he was alive sort of way. "Alright, let's get drunk."