Another scoff and Brannon couldn't help but grin in disbelief at his friend. Shaking his head, he reached for the bottle opener on top of the refrigerator so that he could pop the cap off with it. "You heard me, Arch."
Tossing the bottle opener back over onto the refrigerator, he lifted his attention back up to Archer as he brought the bottle beer up to take a sip.
"you remember what happened the last time we didn't talk to one another? When we didn't tell each other what the fuck was going on? You nearly got killed. And you're not even chief for two fucking minutes, and you use that to send me out of the fucking room? I hope you enjoyed playing tea time with that short motherfucker. Because whatever the fuck it is that you think you had to send me out of the room for had better be real fucking important. Because keeping things right here, Arch?" He pointed to his own chest, "gets people killed. Whether it's some fucker named Doyle or a fucking zombie."