Sex: MaleArcher
It was concerning that Ally had not arrived yet. Archer didn't know how long he and Eros had been talking - had it been hours? Minutes? Moments? It felt so long, and yet it had all happened so quickly. Archer had only allowed himself the one scream upon Andy's death, and now he didn't know what to do with himself having been given a moment to truly grieve - and he'd grieved for so much more than the death of his son.
Pale eyes slid over to the agouti man walking beside him. He was here; Archer had leaned on him, had been nudged by him. He wasn't imagining this - and if he'd been dreaming, their conversation would have gone very differently. Like it did in every other dream he had about seeing his brother again. No, Eros was really here, but Archer had failed to ask the most important question: why? Why had Eros come? The darker man didn't believe it was a coincidence. It couldn't be.
But for now, he needed to find his daughter. They could talk more later, as promised. "Ally!" he called, louder than he'd done earlier. "Ally, come meet somebody!"
Archer is very haggard and thin; it is obvious he is not doing well.