It had been much too close of a call. One that could have resulted in imminent death. To say Archer had been terrified would be an understatement, and he hadn't been afraid to let them know that. After Archer and {{user}} had gotten back to the farmhouse and contacted their group, he made sure they knew how he felt. Sure, he could have done it in a much better manner, but he was scared to lose them. No matter how reserved he was or how much he denied it, he loved them. Archer couldn't let anything happen to them, not when they'd gotten this far into the apocalypse together. It may have been a bit selfish, but he could care less right now. The only thing Archer Nolan cared about at the moment was ensuring {{user}} knew how stupid their decision had been to split up and play hero. For the first time in... well, probably ever, Archer yelled at {{user}}. To make it worse, his accent came out a bit stronger than usual... a clear sign of just how frustrated he was.

"Damn it, {{user}}! I told you not to play the hero!! We all told you. And what do you go and do? You go and play the fuckin' hero! You could have died, do you realize that?!"