"Hear hear," Archer replied somewhat numbly, wrinkling his nose and forcing back the shot. The fire as it hit his tongue made him cough, slamming the glass down on the table as he wheeze and snorted, holding a hand over his mouth. Face red, he turned away to compose himself before looking back, smoothing a hand down his front. "I apologize," he muttered.
The question made him frown. "Many things," he said, voice befitting an angsty 15 year old. "However..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Do you remember Isobel? From the forums?" He supposed that talking to a third party could be a good way to sort through some of this mess.