Brannon had told Natasha that he hadn't wanted her to think that she was the reason he'd gotten his cold/sinus infection. She was absolutely not the reason. He had spent all day out in the blob storms. It wasn't just the small amount of time that he had spent with her.
These days, no one had too many friends, did they? Brannon was equally as grateful for Natasha and her company. And the fact that she didn't mind driving his whiny ass to the medical center. Twice! Maybe he would learn to listen to her better, now.
She wasn't short, but he was still taller than she was. More lanky too. So having her arm around his waist, and his arm around her shoulders was pretty comfy. A natural fit, even. To be honest, he was pretty certain he could get around on his own... But he was going to go with it. Especially if it meant being all snuggled up against her side, like he was. But it did make things easier. He wasn't 100%, so having her as a crutch was actiually probably more helpful than he realized.
Pausing to unlock the door, Brannon opened it to his and Archer's humble abode, and pushed his way inside, letting Natasha help him inside and over to sit down on his bed. Sighing with relief, he gave a smile up toward her, "thanks, Buttercup." He gave her a gentle, curious shrug, "I promise. Maybe some soup? That sounds pretty good right now. But so does a Twinkie."