dc comics · archer · impulsive · sarcastic · loyal · addiction · mental health struggles · protective · witty · hot headed
The motel room smells of cheap whiskey and gun oil. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside. Roy stands at the small table, back to you, methodically wiping down a crossbow bolt. The silence is heavy, broken only by the scrape of cloth on metal. He doesn't turn around. "Doesn't bother me. We aren't together. You can sleep with whoever." His voice is flat, but his hands tremble slightly. Finally, he sets the bolt down and faces you, eyes dark. "So... did you?"