"I just did," Brannon managed to say on top of Archer's sarcastic comment about telling him how he really felt. Brannon even gave a sweeping motion with his hand as if he'd laid it all out there for his friend to have.
He rolled his eyes, though still with a grin of disbelief as he brought his free hand back up to rub at his scruffy cheek. Of course Archer would say he was acting like a four year old. Of course.
Giving another shake of his head, Brannon dropped his arm back at his side and brought the bottle of beer up for a sip with the other. "I do fucking trust you, Archer. You fucking know that," he growled, lowering the bottle from his lips again as he stared at his Chief, his brows furrowing with intent focus on what was happening.
Brannon had taken up for Archer, there, in Olinger's office. He'd stood up for Archer because he had fucking respect for the guy. He had more respect, cared more about, and trusted Archer more than anyone. Ever.
Glancing down toward the badge in Archer's hand, Brannon blinked, and lifted his gaze back up to meet with his friend's. His own eyes narrowed in on Archer's. Archer knew him better than that. Or at least he thought the fucker did. After a beat, and canting his head ever so slightly to the side, he moved to step past the other man. He had to fight back every urge under the sun to swat the badge out of Archer's hand. But that would be behaving like a four year old. So.
"I don't fucking want the badge, Archer," He growled. "Now put it back the fuck on your shirt, where it fucking belongs before I knock out your fucking teeth." They both knew that Archer was the only reasonable choice. Archer was the one. Both he and Brannon had always looked forward to the day that Archer was fucking sworn in. But this wasn't the way that Brannon had imagined it all playing out.
In fact, Brannon was pretty fucking offended that Archer would even think that he would want the badge over Archer.
Reaching over to set his beer down on his desk, he busied himself with straightening a pile of books. Anything to keep his mind off wanting to hit his best friend. Things weren't right between them. He knew that. Archer knew that. Brannon didn't fucking like it.