His head was starting to throb now, and he knew he'd probably wake up with one hell of a headache in the morning even if he did throw back a few aspirins when he got back. Painkillers would work better, although he was worried that they might get rid of the pain too well and that was a line he didn't want to cross. When he'd finally tossed the last shovelful of of dirt on the grave, he tossed the shovel to the side and sighed heavily.
By this point, all Cole could manage was a faint smile and a nod. "Don't mention it," he told him, the words sounding like an echo to his own ears. He froze when Archer asked if he wanted to say a few words, and his mind went blank. What the hell was there to say? "No. There isn't... really anything I want to say." He copied the other man's actions and peeled off his gloves, stuffing them in his pocket and picking up the shovel. "I agree. We should leave."